A moment later, Shen Luo's eyes lit up as he found himself near a dim mountain range. Gray mist filled the surroundings, obstructing his vision, and the yin energy was particularly dense.
Shen Luo raised an eyebrow slightly. This was none other than the Yin Ridge Mountains near Chang'an City.
This mountain range, including the ancient tomb deep within it, had already been thoroughly explored in the dream. It no longer held any secrets for him.
It was only that he no longer had the Six-Chen Whip and could not properly make use of the powerful yin souls at the very depths of the ancient tomb.
I can remember roughly forty to fifty percent of the Soul-Devouring Formation Diagram inside the Six-Chen Whip. Once Fire Spirit Child thoroughly understands the Soul-Refining Formation, I can try telling him about the Soul-Devouring Formation Diagram and see whether he can develop the complete formation. As Shen Luo pondered this, his body transformed into a streak of red light and flew away, soon arriving at Chang'an City.
He concealed himself and flew into the city from above without the slightest pause.
At his current level of cultivation, he no longer needed to abide by Chang'an City's so-called prohibitions.
Inside the main hall of the Great Tang Government Office, Lu Huaming held a writing brush as he reviewed several documents.
Yet he appeared extremely unaccustomed to it. The brush in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and a faint sheen of sweat had appeared on his forehead.
Besides Lu Huaming, two elders of the Great Tang Government Office were present in the main hall, one dressed in gray and the other in white robes. They were doing the same work.
"Elder Lin, is there no other work to do? I truly cannot stand