Li Yan's current location should have once been where cultivation techniques were stored, but it had long since become "a house with walls on all four sides."
Six days had passed since they killed the last living creature here. They were searching every location, painstakingly looking for clues.
Because the current ruins of the "Soul Prison Clan" had been severely destroyed, even with the three of them possessing such profound cultivation, they could only search bit by bit, peeling away the threads and unraveling the cocoon.
Yet just as Li Yan and the other two had expected, although they had found many clues over the past several days, all of them were chaotic and jumbled.
Like this place where cultivation techniques had been stored, apart from the footprints scattered everywhere on the ground, hole after hole had been dug into every wall.
This meant that the clues they found might all be traces left by later generations, or layered, interwoven traces piled together. They had to eliminate them little by little.
Even though the three of them possessed incomparably powerful Divine Sense, after several days, they all felt rather exhausted.
Li Yan casually walked around this floor. Although he had long made his guess, his Divine Sense still meticulously inspected every suspicious inch...
Half a day later, the three of them had finished investigating this place as well.
"There are still roughly sixty percent of the entire clan grounds left unexplored. It seems we can only go elsewhere. Not even a single incomplete manual was left here, and traces are piled atop traces everywhere!"
Master Lan floated outside the window, looking at Li Yan within, while Elder Hao stood atop the pavilion roof with an utterly indifferent expression...
Ten days later, beside a dark pool beneath a cliff.
Elder Hao