Xu Zimo suddenly recalled that when he had learned the Heaven Shaking Method, he had promised Emperor Qitian to return the token of the Heaven Shaking Divine Art to the Qitian Sect.
"Have you ever heard of a force called the Qitian Sect?" Xu Zimo asked again.
"Qitian? They really dared to choose a name like that." Lin Yunhen shook his head slightly.
"If it is some minor force, I cannot be certain.
But among Major Powers, there is absolutely none in the Mortal Domain."
"It seems you know quite a lot," Xu Zimo replied.
"Of course. It would not be an exaggeration to call me widely read," Lin Yunhen said smugly.
"Otherwise, I would not have been able to compete for the position of Crown Prince."
Xu Zimo turned around, his gaze level.
After the Hell Suppressing Demon Body appeared, he finally sensed an exceedingly faint force.
So faint that it could not possibly be any fainter.
It was like the sound of a heartbeat.
"Thump, thump, thump." His own heart began beating along with it.
"I found it." Xu Zimo's tightly shut eyes suddenly flew open. He looked beyond the core disciples before him, as though his gaze had crossed boundless void.
It landed at the far end of the distant void.
The image of a pitch-black heart flashed before his eyes.
"Let's go," he said calmly.
"Shouldn't we make a plan before going to the core area?" Lin Yunhen asked.
"No need." Xu Zimo waved his hand. "We'll just go straight in. I'd like to see who dares stop us."
He swept his right hand, his long robe fluttering in the wind.
He slowly walked toward the core area.
The moment he stepped inside, he felt countless gazes fall upon him.
Lin Yunhen and Xia Wanqing instantly