In a pavilion beside the Treasure Pavilion of Celestial Pearl City, an old man at the great perfection of the Mahayana stage sat with his eyes closed in cultivation. As the guardian of the Treasure Pavilion, he had to enter it periodically to inspect the situation. At the same time, every formation within the Treasure Pavilion was connected to him. Any disturbance inside would be detected by him immediately.
Behind him, a spatial black hole opened without a sound, and Lin Chuan quietly stepped out. There was not the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy around him. His scarlet eyes calmly fixed upon the old man before him.
As though he had sensed something, the old man frowned slightly and opened his eyes, turning back in confusion.
A pair of scarlet eyes gazed calmly at him. The moment he saw those eyes, the old man's consciousness completely fell.
"Kotoamatsukami!"
Those were the last three words he heard. The calm, even tone was like a sigh from an ancient god.
Soon, the old man's consciousness returned. When he looked again at the youth before him, he felt incomparable warmth and excitement. This person was the most important person in his life—his master, someone for whom he could give up his life.
"Give me the list of people who entered the Treasure Pavilion recently, along with the items they took," Lin Chuan said calmly.
"Yes, my master." The old man nodded respectfully and began transferring all the Treasure Pavilion's intelligence from this period into a jade slip.
After receiving the jade slip, Lin Chuan nodded in satisfaction.
After cultivating the Primordial Scripture with the old man for so long, he had found that his spiritual power had indeed improved greatly, especially in terms of mental control. With the power of Kotoamatsukami and the