Red Cloud, at the border.
The Great Void abruptly opened, gray light swirling hazily. The White-Iron Golden Man stepped out, the White Feathers Mystic Crow on its chest seeming to come alive, answering the starry night and dimming the light of the sky. Beside it stood a youth in azure-gold robes, surprise still lingering on his face.
It really was some kind of Great Void transportation technique!
Though Xu Ming was young, he had read plenty of scriptures and knew something of such matters.
In the Ancient Era, the lands had been vast and whole, far surpassing their present extent. Thus, there had been many methods for transmitting voices over a thousand miles or traveling through the Great Void, drawing upon the wonders of void qi. Nowadays, however, such things were beyond ordinary traditions-even most Golden Core Immortal Sects lacked these means.
Crimson light flashed in the distant sky and arrived in an instant. A young man in a dark Red Cloud Daoist Robe appeared, an unusual look in his eyes as he paused briefly.
"Are you a fellow Daoist from Many Treasures?"
Through the Grand Formation, Liu Xiaowen had sensed the arrival long beforehand. He had only felt a profound aura entering Red Cloud, but detecting Xu Ming's aura had put him at ease.
With a casual wave, he drew the youth to his side. The White-Iron Golden Man before him still said nothing, maintaining its silence.
How strange. It is indeed a Great Xia Golden Man, but there is another intelligence within it. An artifact spirit, or a spirit monster?
In a single instant, he had reached his assessment.
At that moment, the White-Iron Golden Man slowly raised its head and turned slightly toward the east. The White Feathers Mystic Crow on its chest seemed to come alive,