A black-and-white radiance flowed from his fingertips and entered Chu Ming's body.
"This is a source imprint I condensed with the Yin-Yang Chaos Cave Dao Seed. If you encounter danger, all you need to do is activate this imprint, and I will come as quickly as possible. Even if I die on the way, I will still come."
Chu Ming watched the light enter his body without saying a word.
Li Xuan looked at him and said solemnly, "This is to repay what I owe you. No matter what you choose, this imprint is yours."
He paused, his voice turning low.
"Qing Yu... is deep within that black mist. Yan Yuan is using him as the formation core to sustain this abyssal barrier.
"If you go save him, you will encounter eight false formation cores. Every one of them is a trap. The ninth is the true formation core, and Qing Yu is there."
Chu Ming asked, "Why don't you go yourself?"
Li Xuan gave a bitter smile.
"I can't. Yan Yuan planted a restriction inside my body. If I come within a hundred zhang of Qing Yu, the restriction will trigger, and Qing Yu will die at once." He looked at Chu Ming, his gaze pleading.
"But you can. Your power of order can break that restriction."
Chu Ming fell silent.
He looked toward the spring.
Midnight had already passed its halfway point.
Less than half an hour remained before the Order Tide ended.
If he went to save someone, he would have to pass through that black mist, break eight traps, and then undo the seal on the ninth formation core.
He had no idea how much time that process would take.
But it certainly would not be short.
And the Order Tide would not wait for him.