The Dragon Vein Core.
Lin Shisan sat cross-legged in the center of the black stone platform. The Wordless Fragmentary Sutra on his knees was already closed, and he held the rotating Cave-Heaven Magnetic Mountain in his palm.
He had maintained this posture for six full hours.
The phantom image of the Teleportation Array Foundation inside the Magnetic Mountain had become noticeably clearer than before.
Under the constant nourishment of dragon vein spiritual energy, those dark brown patterns were slowly extending outward.
Several extremely fine golden light threads had even appeared along the edges, as though some ancient runes were gradually awakening.
He sensed that the spatial coordinates at the other end of the Formation Base's phantom image were becoming increasingly distinct, albeit at an exceedingly slow pace.
Suddenly, the hornless dragon true spirit stirred inside his dantian.
Lin Shisan's brow abruptly furrowed, and he opened his eyes, his pupils contracting.
His gaze fell on the Magnetic Mountain in his palm. His brow knitted ever tighter as an inexplicable unease flashed through his heart.
Something was wrong. It was too quiet.
He had already spent several days in this Dragon Vein Core. Every time he entered, the hornless dragon true spirit would react.
It would croon, swim about, or excitedly devour spiritual energy.
But this time was different. It simply lay coiled in the center of the Taiji Wheel, as though confirming something.
"Gluttonous Snake, what did you sense? Why did you stop eating?"
Lin Shisan asked quietly, sinking his divine sense into his dantian.
The hornless dragon true spirit raised its head. An extremely faint layer of Netherblue Light shimmered at the two forks at the tip of its little horn.
His chest tightened, and he froze.
Deep blue. That was the color of Eldest Princess Zi Ning's dragon spirit.