Dreaming of the Golden Pagoda Again

Shen Luo formed a hand seal and pointed. The Pure Yang Sword Embryo he had set beneath him blazed with sword light and shot forward like lightning, reaching Chang'an City in less than a quarter of an hour.

He used the Bone-Pinching Disguise Technique to take on a new appearance, easily passed the gatekeepers' inspection, and entered the city.

Shen Luo did not return to Quchi Ward. Chen Gang knew where he lived there, and others besides the Five Friends of Mount Mang might be watching it.

He went to the east of the city and bought a courtyard in Everjoy Ward as his new home.

After cleaning the courtyard, he walked around it, occasionally shooting blue light from his fingertips to inscribe formation-like patterns in the ground. He then placed a piece of Immortal Jade among the patterns.

A quarter of an hour later, Shen Luo returned to the center of the courtyard. He swept his gaze around and pointed with another hand seal.

The blue lines flared, forming a blue curtain of light that covered the entire courtyard, then quickly vanished from sight.

Satisfied, he nodded.

It was a simple Magic Formation he had learned from Chen Gang's manual of secret arts. It served as a warning system: if anyone approached the courtyard, he would sense them at once.

Only then did he enter the inner room and sit cross-legged, letting out a long breath.

His advancement to the Soul Condensation Stage had gone smoothly. Most importantly, it had added more than a hundred years to his lifespan, so he could cultivate without worrying about time for a while.

But Shen Luo's relief did not last. The thought of the approaching Demonic Calamity brought his spirits down again.

What good was a longer lifespan? Once the Demonic Calamity