Deep in the clouds, deep purple lightning began to flash, its destructive power radiating into the surroundings. Occasionally, there would be a massive, violent surge—that was the appearance of the third-layer talisman seal's might piercing through and manifesting in space, mixed with an aura that was familiar to the master of Sunken Sword Cave yet chaotic.
In the blink of an eye, the "thief" whom Xuan Huang spoke of had been forcefully struck down.
This fellow probably knew it was no longer possible to elude the suppression of the talisman seals, and had rather of a damned-if-you-do, damned-if-you-don't attitude. His bodily vital energy was not concealed in the least, allowing Yu Ci to feel even more vividly the overwhelming pressure over there.
Yu Ci concealed his aura without the slightest hesitation and accelerated his flight speed. The surrounding cloud vapor seemed ethereal, but was actually a semi-material existence, layer upon layer of barriers. Moving through them at high speed was no difficulty, though it was hard for him to distinguish directions, and for most of the time he had to rely on Xuan Huang's guidance.
The two of them cooperated fairly well. The cloud-born pavilion where Donghou had previously resided was not far away. By the time the master of Sunken Sword Cave recovered his breath, Yu Ci had already broken through the pavilion's restrictions with Xuan Huang's help and barged inside.
The moment he stepped into the pavilion's small hall—which, despite having endured ten thousand years, remained immaculate—it made one desperately want to collapse onto the floor and sleep soundly to be content. Yu Ci was already so drowsy that his upper and lower eyelids were fighting each other, yet the divine soul perception released by the master of Sunken Sword Cave swept all the way to the door