"Make them 'invite' us in?" Fellow Daoist Mo Jiang frowned deeply, turning Ming Xin's words over and over in his mind, finding them utterly inconceivable.
Ying Sha looked even more bewildered. In his view, merely evading the Void Clan's pursuit was already incredibly difficult. How could they possibly make the enemy willingly invite wolves into their home?
Ming Xin offered no further explanation. Some plans were safer when fewer people knew of them.
He sat down cross-legged and once again merged his divine sense into the earth beneath his feet. This time, he was not casting a wide net, but focusing his full attention.
Following the several "main channels" where the Nirvana Power in the earth veins had been flowing most densely, he moved silently toward the Soul Burial Rift Valley, like a fish slipping into an undercurrent and swimming upstream.
This method of investigation was more precise, but also more dangerous. Though the Nirvana Power within the earth veins shared the same origin, it was mixed with countless violent, chaotic fragments of thought.
They were remnants of killing intent, despair, and madness left behind by the ancient battlefield, like invisible blades constantly slicing at and eroding Ming Xin's extended divine sense.
Had his soul not been tough and his understanding of the true meaning of Nirvana not been profound, those negative thoughts would have long since damaged his soul.
But as he delved deeper, the gains gradually began to show.
Deep within the earth veins, he "saw" countless enormous metal wreckages buried underground, their luster long gone. Yet the runes remaining on them, even after countless ages,
still emitted palpitating fluctuations. They were relics of the ancient war between gods and demons.
He sensed that the earth veins in certain regions had been forcibly diverted and incorporated into part