Xingtian's eyes snapped open.
Within his hollow, pale eyes swirled a profound and bizarre energy that could stir one's Heart Spirit and Soul. Between his lips, a pitch-black orb floated up and down, emitting an unsettling negative energy.
The Seed of Misfortune was quietly activating, as if something had caught its attention.
"Hm?"
Little One was lying on a long bench, stuffing a Centennial Lingzhi into its smoking pipe and taking a deep drag. Its lazy expression suddenly froze. It looked toward Xingtian and frowned. 'Xingtian's Seed of Misfortune is throbbing this intensely? Could it be that Hong Yu has encountered some kind of negative-attribute Supreme Treasure?'
Little One leaped high into the air and exhaled a puff of white smoke, which condensed before it into a calm, three-meter-tall mirror.
The smoke mirror provided an unobstructed view of everything on Cyan Nether Main Peak.
