In the depths of the sea, the aftershock of battle had already subsided. The ancestral grounds of the Jellyfish Palace, once brimming with spiritual grace and life as abundant as rain, had utterly become a land of death—half sealed beneath ice, the other half buried under yellow sand.
"Mid-stage Celestial Phenomenon—even a newly advanced one—is not so easy to deal with. If you and I had not joined forces, she might truly have escaped."
Dark iron chains pierced Ice Severing True Lord's soul. A flicker of emotion surfaced on the Yellow-Robed Daoist's cold face.
After the formation had been broken, Ice Severing True Lord knew the tide was lost and had tried to flee. Yet she was ultimately intercepted by them. With nowhere left to run, Ice Severing True Lord had risked her life in a final struggle, fighting them to the death before being suppressed and killed here.
The ancestral grounds of the Jellyfish Palace had also been completely turned into a forbidden wasteland by the repercussions of their clash.
Hearing this, Spirit Lord merely glanced at Ice Severing True Lord's remnant soul without much concern. He silently circulated his divine ability and suppressed the chill within his body. In her death throes, perhaps believing his cultivation to be weaker, Ice Severing True Lord had chosen him as her point of breakthrough.
"Next, I will try to uncover the Jellyfish Palace's secrets from Ice Severing True Lord's remnant soul, especially their Abyssal Sea Blessed Land. But this was done in haste, so the information I find will likely be vague. To truly pinpoint its location and draw it out, I will need your help."
Grasping Ice Severing True Lord's remnant soul in his hand, the Yellow-Robed Daoist revealed his plan.
Spirit Lord nodded. His true body was a blessed