Song Wen learned from Shadow Void everything that had happened above Cloudway Market. He immediately set out, shooting from the pool and heading northwest.
Worried that Yin Zhuang, a Mahayana cultivator, might discover his trail, he could only trail the group from tens of thousands of miles behind.
However, there were many people ahead, and none of them had deliberately concealed their auras.
The lingering traces of their auras were easy to distinguish, so Song Wen was not worried about losing them.
After traveling more than a hundred thousand miles.
Shadow Void's voice suddenly rang out in Song Wen's sea of consciousness.
"Master, those people ahead have stopped. They are currently hovering above a valley."
"Yin Zhuang has not noticed you, has he?" Song Wen asked.
"Most likely not. Though we are at the same realm, my divine soul is still considerably stronger than his, and my sensing range is slightly greater."
"That is good."
As he spoke, Song Wen landed amid the crown of a lush, sprawling tree, concealing himself beneath its dense branches and leaves.
"Tell me in detail what is happening over there with Yin Zhuang."
"Yes, Master. Yin Zhuang has summoned a formation disk and is currently channeling hand seals into it..."
The valley was thick with yin qi. Even beneath the morning light, not the slightest glimpse of its interior could be seen.
As Yin Zhuang's hand seals shifted, streak after streak of netherglow shot into the formation disk.
As the disk trembled, the yin qi filling the valley below immediately churned like boiling water.
Then, following a muffled boom, the yin qi rapidly scattered in all directions.
Once the yin qi had dispersed, the scene within the valley was revealed.
There was not a trace of life within the valley. Only blue-black rocks