Chapter 445: Tracking Cyanwood, Dual Faces of Yin and Yang
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Deep within the vast desert, desolate and devoid of life, a sandstorm raged as the corpse of a green-robed man floated out from an ice coffin, engulfed by the swirling winds and yellow sands.
Lan Chang'an stood with his eyes closed, hands forming intricate seals. Ancient divination artifacts floated around him, old copper coins, carved sticks, tortoise shells, and jade stones, each exuding a mysterious aura. Amid the cascade of his long black hair, strands of silver shimmered, carrying a sense of timeworn solemnity.
Invisible threads of fate wove across the corpse, intertwining like a great net. These threads stirred countless karmic ties and merged into the mysterious River of Fate that flowed beyond the mundane.
At that moment, a tremendous force of destiny, infused with the aura of national fortune, swept in from the Ice and Snow Sacred Mountain of Fengyuan Kingdom.
The power of divination around Lan Chang'an surged explosively, stirring even deeper strands of destiny and tearing through layer upon layer of obscuring fate.
Then suddenly, his eyes snapped open.
Spiritual brilliance swirled in his pitch-black pupils, piercing the fog of fate. For a fleeting moment, fragmented glimpses of the future emerged.
“He has reformed his physical body, just regained his Nascent Soul cultivation. Currently, he’s located deep within the central region of Great Qing.”
After deducing this, Lan Chang'an fell into silent thought.
The good news was True Monarch Cyanwood hadn’t fled to some far-off, hidden place.