Without the slightest delay, escape light blazed around Qing Chen, and he left the secret residence deep beneath the sea.
The surge of air trailing behind him churned the calm seawater into ceaseless turmoil.
Qing Chen flicked his fingers, sending out several Primordial Magnetism magic formulas that instantly erased every trace of the secret residence's entrance, leaving not even a wisp of lingering aura.
Over a hundred thousand li away.
The spirit island occupied by the Vajra Zen Sect was vast, spanning more than thirty thousand li.
Monasteries dotted the island like stars across the sky and pieces on a chessboard, arranged in orderly patterns.
Rich spiritual energy filled every inch of the air like a faint veil.
Experts gathered on the island like clouds, with no shortage of Nascent Soul, Dharma Nascent Soul, and Golden Core cultivators. It truly was a dragon's pool and a tiger's den.
Qing Chen knew very well how dangerous and unfathomable this place was.
After all, it was the foremost sect in the Gouwu Sea!
Thus, whenever something important arose, he would conceal his aura and tracks, retreating to a barren stretch of sea over a hundred thousand li away to handle it alone.
With his current late Golden Core stage flight speed, a round trip only took a little over twelve hours anyway.
With escape light that carried him several li in an instant, it hardly counted as much trouble.
He still had a long lifespan ahead of him. Caution kept a ship sailing for ten thousand years.
On his return this time, Qing Chen held the guest elder command token Wuchen had given him.
When the monks at the checkpoints along the way saw it, their scrutinizing gazes immediately softened, and they pressed their palms together in greeting.
Even most of the