After passing through the outskirts of the Ancestral Court, the group ventured deeper and deeper.
"Brother, you really hid this place well."
Si Shuo was as chummy as ever, one hand draped over the shoulder of the old demon leading the way, acting as though they were the best of brothers.
"Heh heh, you flatter us, exalted immortal."
The old demon smiled ingratiatingly. "This Years of Withering and Flourishing Formation is the foundation of our Ancestral Court. Naturally, we must keep it well hidden. Such are the rules handed down by our ancestors."
Following behind them, Jiang Ling watched the scene, already numb to it.
She even wondered whether, given another hour, Si Shuo might get this Ninth Order old demon to swear brotherhood with him on the spot.
Soon, he arrived at a vast underground palace.
"Exalted immortal, we're here."
The old demon leading them hurried to the center of the underground palace.
He did not hesitate in the slightest. Perhaps he simply wanted these two harbingers of disaster to take what they wanted and leave as soon as possible.
His hands swiftly formed several hand seals as he muttered an incantation.
With his movements, the floor at the center of the underground palace slowly parted to either side, and a small altar rose from within.
At the very top of that altar lay an amber-colored crystal.
The instant the crystal appeared, Jiang Ling raised an eyebrow.
As an Immortal King, she possessed an exceptionally keen perception of laws.
She could sense slight distortions in time around that piece of amber.
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
The withering and flourishing of the years-it truly lived up to its name.
"So it really is something Shi Yin left behind. Immortal Lord Bai He spoke the truth."
Jiang Ling murmured softly, her