"I know."
Chen Xun gazed into the vast sky, his eyes piercing through heaven and earth.
"Factory Master?!" Song Heng's expression froze.
"Song Heng, you may leave now. Return to the mountains first. I have requisitioned this region at the center of the Divine Mountain Continent." Chen Xun's tone was exceedingly cold. He had already seated himself cross-legged high in the sky, and the Great Dao law markings between his brows, dim for countless years, finally stirred.
"Factory Master, after saying all that, you wanted to use me?!"
Song Heng stood dumbfounded, speaking in a trembling voice. "Th-this... this is the route connecting the Immortal Tombs that I spent ten thousand years opening..."
"If you hadn't opened it, how would I have known?" Chen Xun raised a brow. "Song Heng, I am pleased that you opened this path connecting the extraterrestrial star river for this Dao Ancestor, but mind your words."
"I..." Song Heng's face drained of color. "Factory Master, my Immortal Tomb is here!"
"I have experience guarding tombs, digging tombs, and laying people to rest. Don't worry." Chen Xun remained utterly calm from beginning to end. "If anything is damaged, this Dao Ancestor will personally restore it for you."
It was over!
Song Heng's heart skipped a beat, and even his belly seemed to swell considerably. He had already guessed that Chen Xun likely intended to draw down the Primordial Yellow Qi born from the collision of the Heaven-and-Earth Battlefield beyond the heavens.
The commotion would surely shatter heaven and destroy earth!
Damn it all...
Song Heng howled inwardly. The Factory Master was indeed still the same Factory Master—he would not waste even the slightest opportunity.
Rumble...
Song Heng ran. He sprinted wildly across the empty, desolate land of mineral veins beneath the mountains, roaring as he went,