Opening the Grotto-Heaven, Dreams Filling the Sky

Li Qing knew that someone would soon investigate this place. He had to take them away first.

They had been gone for less than a quarter of an hour when a figure arrived.

The man's features were somewhat gloomy, and an inexplicable aura permeated his entire body. His gaze was aggressively sharp, his lips thin, his face faintly harsh and mean. The aura of the Spirit Consciousness Realm emanated from him.

He lightly cast a spell, and a faint, invisible radiance spread in every direction.

The radiance enveloped the entire courtyard as traces of aura converged toward him.

Soon, those traces of aura began changing within the radiance, but there was an obvious problem with the transformation.

A mass of invisible power seemed to have disrupted those auras, preventing them from condensing into an image.

The man frowned. He was Huang Yulun, a cultivator of the School of Names.

A cold gleam filled Huang Yulun's eyes. "It seems someone has already taken away the Ma family's descendant."

"Interesting. Most likely the one orchestrating things behind the scenes."

With a flicker, he vanished from the spot. Yet one figure after another subsequently arrived there.

All of them returned empty-handed. No matter what methods they used, they could not find the true person behind it all.

Meanwhile, Li Qing had been cautiously observing through the Shadow Paper Doll he had left behind.

Watching each person who appeared here.

As he used it more and more, he had gradually formed a vague guess as to why his spells produced such wondrous effects.

His spells had been restored and corrected by the Jade Tablet. Their essence was extraordinarily lofty, almost a method akin to the Dao.

Moreover, the spells had virtually no upper limit of power.

It was precisely because of this peculiar effect