"Has that wisp of Papiyan's demonic nature still not been found?"
The voice held a trace of surprise, and more than a little displeasure.
Wisps of yin flame licked the stone pillars. The Star Chart on the temple ceiling gradually brightened, scattering deep blue radiance that slowly illuminated the place.
This was an ancient azure stone temple. Upon its Divine Altar stood an enormous dark red statue, with a human body and a dragon's head. A terrifying dark red divine eye lay between its brows, seemingly gathering the suffering of all living beings within it.
[Torch Dragon]
It was a temple enshrining a Divine Being of the Ancient Era, built by the forebears of the Primordial Era.
A youth stood before the Divine Altar, handsome, his black hair loose and his skin like white porcelain. Profound Lesser Yang energies rose and fell around him; metal and wood converged, and the splendor of the rising sun shimmered. His cultivation was unmistakably at the Purple Mansion Late Stage.
He tightened his grip on the secret letter in his hand and abruptly turned, his black-and-white Robe of Law rustling with the movement.
He was none other than True Person Yuan Tai, Wei Zisi, patriarch of the Wei clan of Dust-Sweeping! He oversaw the rites within the Grotto-Heaven.
Standing at the temple entrance was Lingjing. A gloomy yin qi lingered between his brows, making him look colder and harsher still.
"Almost ten years have passed, and Mount Sumeru still hasn't found it. Martial Mu even employed the [Supreme Harmony True-Discernment Guard]. That Dharma Treasure cast the light of True Qi across the Great Void thirty-three times, yet found nothing."
Lingjing looked deeply irritated. "Those wild ghosts of the Netherworld mean to stir up a greater storm and refuse to help. Now only our lineage