Divine Capital, Imperial City.
Tianxuan stepped into the spacious hall, where Yin Qi spread with her steps, forming intricate array patterns in front of her.
The ground trembled, and the Qi of Yinming burst forth from beneath like a spring, slowly raising a sinister gate.
The Wordless Heavenly Scripture bore the mark left by Tianxuan, and her desire for control was indeed substantial. While it wasn't to the extent of perceiving day and night, at least nearly a month had passed, yet she hadn't contacted Jiang Li once.
Tianxuan was absolutely aware of Jiang Li's current situation, intending to head directly to Kunxu Mountain through the Ghost Gate to ensure Jiang Li safely crossed the tribulation.
Within the Ghost Gate, Yin Qi swirled like a vortex, resembling an unseen abyss. Tianxuan cast a spell to sense her own mark, using it as coordinates to lock onto Gongsun Qingyue's current location.
However...
