The next morning.
Ye Xuan continued flying low through the air with Bo Saixi. The Light Dragon King's spiritual power spread like an invisible net, covering thousands of miles of territory below.
"This region has complex terrain, mostly hills and ravines. Search carefully."
Ye Xuan spoke in a deep voice. The dragon might imprint in his palm felt faintly hot, yet it still gave no hint of resonance with the dragon race's origin.
Two fruitless months of searching had not worn down his resolve. Instead, they had made his investigation increasingly meticulous.
Whenever they passed over a valley, he released Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's spiritual power, penetrating the earth and sensing the energy fluctuations deep below.
The two worked together seamlessly, like twin streaks of light weaving over the forest. They moved at astonishing speed, yet without a sound. Only when they occasionally skimmed the treetops did they stir a faint breeze.
Meanwhile, deep within the imperial capital of the Sun Moon Empire, the atmosphere inside the magnificent imperial palace hall had grown grave to the extreme.
Xu Yaohui, the Sun Moon Empire's emperor and a ninety-fourth-rank Titled Douluo, sat upon the dragon throne. He wore a bright yellow dragon robe, faint Soul Tool energy fluctuations lingering around him.
A diamond-shaped ninth-grade defensive Soul Tool hung from his waist, radiating a palpitating defensive aura.
His face was imposing, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's as he stared fixedly at the black-clad man bowing below him to deliver his report.
The man wore a pitch-black cloak, its hood pulled low enough to conceal most of his face. Eight soul rings were arranged neatly beneath his feet, their optimal configuration displaying his extraordinary talent.
He was Mo Ying, the Sun Moon Empire's foremost commander of covert guards—an eighty-ninth-rank agility-type Soul Douluo