Stealing

The three continued deeper.

The farther they went toward the core, the brighter the crystals along both sides of the passage became, and the faster the patterns of light within them flowed.

The concentration of energy in the air also grew higher and higher. With every breath, they could feel a warm current pouring into their lungs.

Xu Wuyi could feel his cells absorbing that energy—not actively, but passively.

The energy was simply too dense, so dense that it naturally seeped into the body.

The power of Order circulated on its own, converting the invading energy into part of itself. His physical body was strengthening at an extremely slow pace.

This was the value of the stronghold.

Cultivating here for one day was equivalent to cultivating outside for three days, perhaps even longer.

If they could seize this stronghold, the Federation's strength would receive another enormous boost.

But first, they had to deal with that Divine Intent Beast King.

They walked for roughly another hour.

Yang Shuyan stopped at an especially large fork in the path. Four passages branched off from it, each leading in a different direction.

The patterns of light on the crystal walls were particularly dense here, like golden rivers flowing across the walls.

Yang Shuyan closed her eyes and slowly raised both palms, facing them outward.

This time, she sensed for longer than before.

Xu Wuyi stood behind her, watching her slightly furrowed brows, feeling a heavy atmosphere settle over them.

After around three minutes, Yang Shuyan opened her eyes.

"This way," she said, pointing to the leftmost passage. "The palm intent resonance is much stronger than before. It should be deep within this passage, no more than three thousand meters away."

Xu Wuyi gripped the Prairie Fire Spear tightly.

Dong Shuhang's breathing deepened.

"Don't rush,"