As Song Wen sped through the air, he considered his next steps.
He had mastered the eye technique and obtained the location of the stable spatial fissure. Everything was ready.
Next, he needed to consider how to rescue Zhou Siyi's soul from the lower realm.
Song Wen had initially been torn between going to the lower realm himself and sending someone else.
But after his dealings with Xuan Li over the past few days, he had gradually ruled out the former.
Xuan Li had gone to painstaking lengths for eternal night cinnabar, yet she was unwilling to enter the void herself. Clearly, traversing the void might not be dangerous in itself, but encountering a spatial storm or turbulent currents would likely mean certain death.
Since Xuan Li was unwilling to risk it, Song Wen had no desire to venture into the void either.
Who should I send to the lower realm?
Thoughts churned in Song Wen's mind.
Originally, he had intended to find any high-level cultivator and entice them into the lower realm with rewards.
But upon reflection, that did not seem particularly reliable.
After all, if they failed to give the task their full attention, or even harbored resentment at being forced into it, they might put Zhou Siyi in even greater danger.
I need someone I can trust.
At that thought, Yan Yuyan's face suddenly surfaced in Song Wen's mind.
Yan Yuyan had come from the Heavenly Origin Realm herself and knew its circumstances well. She also had some friendship with Zhou Siyi. Moreover, he had saved her life, so she owed him a debt of gratitude.
Viewed that way, Yan Yuyan was the ideal candidate to send to the lower realm.
The only difficulty was that Song Wen did not know where Yan Yuyan was now.
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