After dividing the spoils, the two continued southwest.
Earlier, Song Wen had sensed something unusual about the spiritual energy in that direction. It was clearly not caused by Zhu You.
There had to be some other mystery to the southwest.
After traveling another thirty or forty thousand li, that faint abnormal fluctuation in spiritual energy not only failed to become clearer, but gradually subsided instead.
The two exchanged a glance, and each saw understanding in the other's eyes.
A great battle must have broken out in that direction earlier, and neither side had been weak. Otherwise, the spiritual energy fluctuations could not have traveled so far.
It was just that the battle had likely ended by now.
"Yang Yu, should we continue onward?" Feng Zhongli asked.
Song Wen nodded. "Let's go take a look."
As the two passed over a Lake, a voice suddenly rose from below.
"Fellow Daoist Feng, please stay."
Hearing this, the two looked toward the source of the voice. On a small island in the Lake a hundred li away, a figure had appeared at some unknown time.
It was Yuan Rong!
The two halted their flight. Feng Zhongli spoke first.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan Rong, why are you here?"
Yuan Rong glanced at Song Wen and hesitated briefly before speaking.
"It is not only me. Fellow Daoist Ji Yue of the Mystic Firmament Sect, as well as Fellow Daoists Xuan Li and Xuan Gu of the Divine Blood Sect, are also on this island."
As he spoke, he formed a hand seal and sent it down beneath his feet.
A massive boulder beneath him rolled aside, and an invisible transparent barrier suddenly vanished.
A Cave was immediately revealed.
The Cave was shallow, but quite spacious within, spanning more than a hundred zhang.
Ji Yue, Xuan Li,