Song Wen turned and walked to a corner of the cave, summoning a flying sword.
With several swift slashes, he carved out a square stone chamber thirty zhang wide.
"Fairy, I will be going into seclusion for a time. Do not venture outside carelessly either."
With that, Song Wen entered the stone chamber.
The scattered rubble on the ground rose one after another, sealing the entrance tightly.
"Hmph!"
Ye Bing stared at the stone wall and snorted coldly, her eyes brimming with resentment.
She tightened her somewhat disheveled clothes, flew onto the stone bed, sat cross-legged, and began regulating her breath.
As for Song Wen—
After setting up a concealment array at once, he let out a long breath.
He took out a meditation cushion and sat down where he was.
With a flip of his hand, he produced four storage rings, belonging respectively to Chi Qi, Jiang Lanruo, Hong Zhe, and Jiang Yushan.
The first one he inspected was Hong Zhe's storage ring.
There were not many spirit stones inside, only a little over thirty thousand high-grade spirit stones.
What interested Song Wen most was a black corpse coffin.
The coffin was several zhang long, and within it lay a giant corpse three zhang tall.
It was a late sixth-rank Profound Corpse.
The Profound Corpse was blue-black all over, like black iron tempered for ten thousand years, glinting with a cold metallic sheen.
Nearly solid corpse-baleful qi coiled around its body. The corpse qi flowed slowly, constantly surging in and out through its nose and mouth.
The moment Song Wen looked at the Profound Corpse in the coffin, the fatigue in his body was swept away. The corners of his lips curved slightly, and excitement gleamed in his eyes.
He did not rush to refine the Profound Corpse. Instead,