Inside the Immortal Prison Hall.
Ji Yuan held a Spirit Beast Bag in his left hand and a Sound Transmission Talisman in his right.
Mu Xueyao did not need to say another word.
The instant he saw them, he knew who she had met.
It was the Spirit-Communing High Person.
They had parted years ago in the Northern Wilderness, and Ji Yuan had heard nothing since from that mighty cultivator at the Nascent Soul Peak.
And inside the Spirit Beast Bag was, without a doubt, the Giant Toad.
Ji Yuan picked up the Sound Transmission Talisman first. He rubbed it between his fingertips and sent a gentle stream of Nascent Soul power into it.
Blue light flashed across the Talisman Paper.
The next moment, the Spirit-Communing High Person's voice sounded in his Sea of Consciousness.
"Young friend Ji, by the time you hear this message, I expect I'll already be on my way to the Desolate Ancient Continent."
"I'm going to find Tian Wenjing and fight him to the death."
The Spirit-Communing High Person sighed deeply. As though recalling something, he went on with genuine admiration in his voice.
"I won't hide it from you, young friend. In nearly a thousand years of life, I've seen more heaven-gifted talents than I could count. But of all the cultivators I've met, Tian Wenjing is the strongest."
"He cultivated the first half of the technique. His foundations are solid, his progress astonishing, and he's taken the Clone Dao to dazzling heights. His transformations are endless, his methods beyond the ken of gods and ghosts. If I hadn't relied on the second half to send countless spirit-light clones across the world, gathering strength wherever they went, I fear I'd be no match for him at all."
Ji Yuan sat behind his desk and