On the blue-black floor tiles at the center of the Slaughter Arena, the lingering purifying power left by the golden Holy Sword had yet to dissipate.
Thin strands of sacred light flowed through the cracks between the tiles, washing away the last trace of the rotten, pungent stench of blood in the air. Only a faint holy presence lingered.
Qian Daoliu stood motionless, his eyes half closed. A wisp of dusky yellow light curled around his fingertips-the mark formed by the fusion of Slaughter City's core control authority and the Chaos Bell's energy.
The authority he had just acquired followed the pathways of his consciousness, slowly seeping like water into every inch of this land.
The next second, a three-dimensional holographic image suddenly unfolded in his mind. The terrain of all of Slaughter City lay clearly within his consciousness, like a precise model that had been dismantled and reassembled.
From the patterns of damp moss in the tavern's secret passage to every scratch on the Black Warriors' armor inside the black stone city gate; from the flickering brightness of the flames in the glass lamps lining the streets to the outlines of rubble left after the blood pool deep within Hell Road had been buried-even the slightest twitch of the whiskers of stray rats huddled in corners appeared in his perception with perfect clarity.
"In my name, search."
Qian Daoliu's voice was low and clear. His consciousness spread swiftly like an immense invisible net, following every pathway in the holographic image.
He focused precisely on the characteristics of a "two-month-old infant," searching every corner of Slaughter City for traces of Tang San.
His consciousness swept through every room in the Slaughter Palace, scanned every post guarded by Black Warriors, and brushed over every remaining stretch of stone steps on Hell