The Dao Ground's Secrets, a Third Party!

No sooner had the thought occurred than Wang Ping began refining.

Fortunately, he barely needed to put any thought into it. Luo Chang had prepared all the preliminary work for him while alive, and even after death, his yin spirit could continue carrying it out on his behalf.

The refining process thus flowed like drifting clouds and running water.

A short while later, Wang Ping held a precious box as crimson as blood. Within it shimmered a cluster of dreamy, nebulous light.

Yet amid those breathtaking shifts of color, nine human faces could vaguely be seen roaring and howling, occasionally letting out piercing wails.

[Nine-Nine Profound Art Immortal-Falling Sand].

Looking at what Luo Chang's yin spirit had finally refined, Wang Ping could not help thinking, Why do I get the feeling these ancient lineages are no good either?

Still, credit where credit was due: this [Nine-Nine Profound Art Immortal-Falling Sand] really did have something to it. Even Wang Ping sensed immense danger within it. It clearly did not distinguish friend from foe; even its creator could not touch it and had to guide it with divine sense. The slightest carelessness could easily drag its user into disaster.

Its power, however, was also first-rate.

"If necessary, I'll scatter this stuff everywhere, then escape in the chaos. I doubt even that Dao Ground's sect master could stop me."

After all, its corrosive properties were exceptionally potent.

If even a speck touched a Qi Refiner, their dharma body would immediately suffer damage, striking at their very foundation and refusing to be expelled. Even a Dao Ground risked being destabilized if contaminated.

With that thought, Wang Ping felt considerably more at ease.

Only then did he ride his flight light down toward the [Nonaction Unchanging Dao Ground].

[Nonaction Unchanging Dao Ground].

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