The token was gleaming white, with only the golden-scaled hook snake upon it shining with light. Thunder seemed to rumble within.
Xu Yi looked at the token, her gaze turning a little more solemn. Naturally, she recognized it as an item of the Grand Truth Sect, but seeing her family elder produce it now was rather unusual.
Xin Yuanchang's gaze sharpened, and he said quietly:
"The Thunder Department of Great Li regards altar thunder as its orthodox path. Though this [Thunder-Wielding Command Token] is only of Foundation Establishment grade, it came from the Thunder Department itself. Rumor has it that it has come into contact with several mighty treasures. Fellow Daoist, why not take a look?"
Xu Xuan asked no further questions and accepted the token. He silently examined it, sensing not only the aura of altar thunder within, but another rather familiar presence.
The sword qi of the Golden Scale spirit sword.
Wanjin. Him again. Can't he give it a rest instead of seizing every chance to put me to work?
Somewhat resigned, Xu Xuan could only continue probing in silence. An image rose from within the token and manifested in his mind. Dimly, he could make out the depths of the Great Void, where silvery-white lightning intertwined to form heavenly prisons. Every streak of lightning carried an aura at the Purple Mansion tier, striking terror into the soul.
Some of these heavenly prisons were empty, while others held ashes, white bones, mutilated corpses, and the like. There seemed to be no living creature among them. As Xu Xuan surveyed this prison complex, a suspicion arose in his mind.
A cold snort came from the deepest heavenly prison. Blood-red light surged across the sky, shattering the spiritual perception he had extended into the token, and everything vanished.
When he