Ye Han sensed that the mysterious aura had actually detected the aura of the nine ink dragons of the Nine Ancient Dragon Mysteries.
His expression tightened. He certainly did not consider this a good thing.
After all, he had always suspected that the Nine Dragons of the Ten-Thousand-Year Nine-Dragon Wall were not as miraculous as they claimed. If they truly could unlock the restriction of Nine Dragons Locking the Sky, those races harboring ulterior motives would have set their sights on the Ten-Thousand-Year Nine-Dragon Wall long ago.
Although the Wuxie Sect was powerful, the Northern Lu Immortal Sect, controlled by the Immortal Race, was the strongest sect in the Earth Realm. The Wuxie Sect was nowhere near its level. If the Northern Lu Immortal Sect truly committed itself to seizing the Ten-Thousand-Year Nine-Dragon Wall, the Wuxie Sect could not withstand it.
Yet the Northern Lu Immortal Sect had never shown any intention of acting. Supposedly, this was because no one could uncover the secrets within the Ten-Thousand-Year Nine-Dragon Wall.
But Ye Han had always found those reasons somewhat far-fetched, as though they were concealing something...
Ye Han was no ascetic cultivator. Most of the time, he relied on the Purple Cauldron for his cultivation, and he repeatedly spent time pondering all manner of matters. That was also why he felt the Ten-Thousand-Year Nine-Dragon Wall and the Nine Dragons might be a troublesome trap: there were too many things that did not add up.
Of course, this so-called summons was not an actual call, but a peculiar sensation, as though something were faintly guiding him in that direction...
However, Ye Han did not continue activating the Nine Dragons, nor did he intend to go over there. He planned to wait until Bai Daozi and the member of the Immortal-Thief Outsider Race