The Spirit Transformation Old Thief, Four Aspects Anchoring the Land, the Bronze Palace, Seizing the Initiative

On the Rubble Plains ravaged by battle, shattered stones lay scattered and dust still hung in the air. Wisps of smoke continued to rise from the hole that Dragonkin Breath had punched through the small hill, filling the air with the pungent smell of scorching.

Lin Changheng stood where he was and stirred his thoughts.

The ancient treasure, the Sun-Chasing Cloak, trembled lightly on his back, slipped off by itself, and vanished in an instant, stored within the Heaven-in-a-Pot Blessed Land.

At the same time, he flashed onto Little Qing's broad tiger back and sat cross-legged.

"Raaawr~"

Despite knowing how terrifyingly powerful the master's body was, Little Qing thoughtfully enveloped him in a green shield before riding the wind away from the area.

Looking at the enormous, furry back of Little Qing's head, Lin Chang's eyes softened.

"Very good."

Lin Changheng reached out and gave Little Qing a stroke, his tone carrying a measure of praise.

"Heehee!"

Little Qing's tail immediately rose and spun like a windmill, clearly delighted.

Lin Changheng withdrew his hand and resumed his conversation with the Truefire Flood Dragon inside the Heaven-in-a-Pot Blessed Land, smiling. "After all, judging by what I've seen, this secret realm won't remain open much longer. If we intend to explore its depths, we should put those plans into action early-

"What do you think, Senior?"

The Truefire Flood Dragon naturally would not refuse. A promise made had to be honored, and now that he was living under another's roof, he had all the more reason to keep his word. "Of course we should proceed. Please take me out of the spatial ancient treasure, fellow Daoist. I need to use a technique to sense its new location. Jiao needs to cast a spell to sense and determine its new location."

"Oh?"

Lin