Saint Son

"This was the betrothal token your mother left behind. Your marriage alliance was with Myriad Spirits Palace."

"Myriad Spirits Palace..."

Gu Sheng murmured softly.

He lowered his head to look at the corpses of the three Myriad Spirits Palace martial artists at his feet. Their spiritual consciousness had been completely extinguished, leaving behind only three empty shells.

"Perfect. Once I settle this matter, I can make a detour to Myriad Spirits Palace."

The corners of Gu Sheng's lips curled up slightly as his hands formed seals. True energy surged through his body like a rushing river.

Three murky gray wisps drifted out of the corpses and were absorbed into his sea of consciousness.

This was his unique Living Puppet secret art, capable of refining enemies into puppets while preserving the strength they possessed in life.

"Living puppets at the half-step Heavenly Martial Realm are quite a decent gain."

Gu Sheng nodded in satisfaction, then circulated his true energy and shot southward.

After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, a stretch of ruined ancient towers appeared in his sight. The red-robed elder's final words had indeed been true. There was something strange here.

Gu Sheng stopped and carefully examined every inch of the ground.

"Found it!"

His gaze sharpened as it locked onto the northwest corner of the ruins.

A concealed fluctuation of a restriction lay there, identical to the one that had trapped him earlier.

"Break!"

Gu Sheng gave a low shout, and the half-step Heavenly Martial Realm Living Puppet in his sea of consciousness emerged at once, striking a palm toward the restriction.

The air trembled. The invisible barrier shattered, revealing a dark entrance.

Gu Sheng stepped inside without hesitation. The light within the ruins was dim, but with his eyesight, he immediately spotted four