After a moment's thought, Wang Yu took a blackened Iron Box from his Storage Bag and carefully placed the strange stone inside. To be safe, he even affixed two talismans to the box.
He planned to find someone to appraise it once he returned outside, to see whether he could learn where this strange stone came from.
Only after taking these precautions did Wang Yu focus on his journey again.
Several hours later, after flying over a hundred li and dimly making out the boundless forests on the outskirts of the Secret Realm, he finally relaxed.
Wang Yu guided the Flying Boat down onto a mountainside, used the Blue-and-Red Long Saber to carve out a cave large enough for one person to lie in, then sealed the entrance with rocks before hastily falling into an exhausted sleep.
This journey accompanying Senior Sister Ximen had truly been one wave of trouble after another.
Even he felt utterly drained. Meditation alone could not restore all his energy; he needed a proper night's sleep.
The next morning.
Led by the old monk, Kang Wuhen reached the highest floor of the High Tower.
Yuantong had apparently been subjected to some restrictive seal and remained unconscious, dangling from one of the old monk's hands.
Beyond the entrance, before the enormous bronze doors, the bare-chested, short-haired man still sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. Yet a mangled corpse now lay on the bluestone floor before him.
Although all four limbs were intact, the corpse was noticeably flatter than a normal person, as though something heavy had rolled over it countless times. Its face was turned downward and could not be seen, but the back of its head had caved in, as though the skull had been completely crushed.
"Luo Hao!"
Standing at the entrance, Kang