The Five-Colored Ship hovered above a bottomless gorge.
Astral winds howled around it.
The Black-and-White Envoys flanked Xin Shiniang like two inconspicuous grains of sand. She concentrated her divine sense, but how could she possibly detect Hong Yuan's presence?
Having already witnessed Hong Yuan's vast Divine Abilities, however, Xin Shiniang was not particularly worried. Sure enough, before an incense stick's worth of time had passed, a streak of clear light pierced the darkness, shot upward like lightning, and landed at the bow of the towering ship.
"Young master, did you find anything?"
Xin Shiniang's face brightened. No sooner had she spoken than she noticed the stone casket resting in Hong Yuan's right palm.
She froze for a moment. "Hmm? That stone casket? Wasn't it beside the Shadow Lotus Lamp in the Legacy? It actually survived?"
With a light tap of her toes, she floated over beside Hong Yuan like a wisp of crimson cloud and leaned her little head close, curiosity filling her eyes. "Young master, hurry and open it! Let's see what's inside."
Hong Yuan smiled. The Legacy Xin Shiniang had encountered had destroyed itself when the Dao Thief escaped, and most of it had fallen into the Endless Abyss.
Hong Yuan had searched heaven and earth with his divine will, finding nothing.
Then inspiration had struck, and he had activated the Lotus Lamp Palm Manual. Before long, seemingly drawn by the cultivation art, this stone casket had risen from the depths
of the abyss.
He had already examined the stone casket with his divine will and sensed no warning signs. With a sweep of his sleeve, the casket opened with a click.
"Oh?"
Xin Shiniang's eyes sparkled. Seeing that the interior had been shaped to fit the Shadow Lotus Lamp perfectly, she realized, "So this casket was made