"Is this the place...?"
Su Yueli looked down at Burial Wind Valley. There did not seem to be anyone inside.
She landed at the bottom of the valley, her senses instantly sweeping across every inch of ground.
A Formation was hidden underground.
The Formation had only just stopped operating, and spatial fluctuations still lingered.
Motian Xing had indeed been here, and he had left less than half an hour ago.
Su Yueli swept open the ground with one palm, revealing dozens of black stone pillars.
A wooden chair stood in the center of the pillars, with the sword Shen Huai'an had used placed atop it.
The blade had already snapped, and the hilt was covered in dried blood.
Su Yueli drew the broken sword into her hand. Two traces of Divine Soul aura remained on it.
One belonged to Motian Xing, while the other was weak—it was Shen Huai'an's.
He really was still alive.
Su Yueli gripped the hilt and sent her divine sense into it.
A voice recording had been left within the broken sword.
"You came too late."
Motian Xing laughed as he spoke. "Su Yueli, if you had been a little faster, perhaps you truly could have seen me."
"Unfortunately, you cannot kill me, and Shen Huai'an could not hold on for very long just now either."
"Next time, will you still make it in time?"
The voice vanished, and the broken sword cracked apart along with it.
Demon Qi burst from the fissures, shooting in six different directions.
The six auras were completely identical, each carrying Motian Xing's Divine Soul fluctuations.
Su Yueli closed her eyes and distinguished them one by one.
A moment later, she pursued the western one.
Ten thousand miles away, a black shadow was moving swiftly.
Su Yueli passed through several layers