After all, Rock-Piercing Stockade worshipped an Ancestral Spirit, whose power was at least on the level of a Yang Spirit. And Rock-Piercing Stockade's great Wizard very likely wielded Dharma Power on the level of a Yin Spirit.
That was why he had to be careful about everything!
Sure enough, Tang Changsheng had been right. The instant his consciousness entered the Wizard's Sea of Consciousness, it alerted a presence.
It was an immensely powerful shadow entrenched deep within the Wizard's Sea of Consciousness. If Tang Changsheng was right, it was a mark left by the Ancestral God the Wizard worshipped. Judging by the power he sensed from this projection alone, he could imagine how mighty that Ancestral God was.
Fortunately, Tang Changsheng had come prepared. These Wizards drew their Dharma Power from Yu, the Ancestral God, so they were bound to bear his mark.
Knowing that, Tang Changsheng would never charge in recklessly.
The moment he entered, he turned dark and formless, blending completely into the Sea of Consciousness. He did not even alert the Wizard's Primordial Spirit—or rather, his subconscious defenses.
The Wizard had long since fallen asleep. His waking consciousness slumbered, and his Primordial Spirit had weakened to its lowest ebb. He barely noticed Tang Changsheng slipping in.
Meanwhile, Tang Changsheng quietly began stealing his memories.
When Tang Changsheng's consciousness returned to his body, his expression was grim.
From the Wizard's memories, he learned that his companions had fared badly. At least one had been utterly destroyed, body and soul, while two others had been captured. The last was nowhere to be found, but his situation was probably no better.
Tang Changsheng had braced himself for this. Even with his abilities, he had gone through countless twists and turns just to reach temporary safety, let alone Gu Junjie and