"Are you sure this is the right place?" Yin San turned and asked the Profound Yin Ancestor.
The Old Ancestor stroked his sparse hair and said with a touch of nostalgic emotion, "We were neighbors to begin with, and I spent so many years hiding underground. I couldn't get it wrong."
With that, he extended his somewhat short, thick fingers and tapped the air several times.
Countless points of light drifted out, forming an exceedingly intricate three-dimensional diagram that imprinted itself in Yin Phoenix's eyes.
Yin San's body was different from Jing Jiu's. Its vitality was richer, which also made it more prone to trouble, such as catching fire. That meant he could not venture deep underground to the Lava River. If the Old Ancestor left his side for too long, the Green Mountain Sword Formation would detect him, so he could not go either. The task could only be entrusted to Yin Phoenix.
Yin Phoenix spread his wings and rose, flying toward the fissure Liu Ci had cleaved open with a single sword stroke. Soon, he vanished from sight.
Yin San slowly walked to the edge of the cliff and gazed into the depths of the fissure, his eyes filled with a child's curiosity and desire to explore.
He still seemed like a youth, but his body was gradually aging and decaying.
The Old Ancestor watched his back, his eyes full of worry.
Another two years had passed. The True Person could no longer even fly and could only travel by carriage. How many more years could he last?
The First Child Sword had been delivered to the Imperial Palace in Chaoge City, making it very difficult for the True Person to perform Sword-Body Transformation again. Why, then, had he taken such an enormous risk to come to Cold