Nonaction Unchanging Dao Ground

Soon, Wang Ping's intuition born of Divine Intent stirred. It was not a sense of danger, though. It felt more like a strange certainty that dinner was about to be served.

"A pity the chief isn't here."

The True Lord had sent him directly to the Burial-Star Sand Sea this time. Though the chief had promised to come too, he would probably have to make his way here slowly.

Without the chief, Wang Ping was missing a formidable fighter. He decided it was better to play things safe, so he immediately took flight in a streak of light. His pursuers seemed to sense his intentions and abruptly sped up. His Divine Sense could already pick out their streaks of light.

"Heh, heh..."

They had come, just as expected.

Wang Ping took his time fleeing a little farther before stopping. Moments later, his pursuers arrived, revealing Luo Chang and his two companions.

"Fellow Daoist, why the hurry?"

Luo Chang stepped forward first. His Divine Sense locked onto Wang Ping, carrying a killing intent so cold that Wang Ping found it utterly baffling.

"May I ask how I've offended you three?"

"You haven't."

Luo Chang shook his head. "We simply need your life as material to refine a secret weapon of slaughter. If you must blame anything, blame your bad luck."

"Well..."

Wang Ping tilted his head innocently. "You must be Qi-Nurturing Cultivators from the Nonaction Unchanging Dao Ground. I actually came to help you."

"We're on the same side."

The same side?

Luo Chang paused, then sneered.

"Wouldn't that be even better? Once I refine your life, you can become part of the Profound Art Immortal-Falling Sand and serve our Dao Ground."

He did not believe Wang Ping for a moment. The Nonaction Unchanging Dao Ground had fallen so far; what