Drifting towards Yong'an Martial Arts University, with his current level of control, he could already feel the chill accumulating on his soul.
As the [Descending Technique] continued to operate, it would likely reach a point where the soul had to return.
Meng Chuan gathered his mind's power, sat cross-legged, and remotely maneuvered his soul to float into Yong'an Martial Arts University.
Time was limited; first, take care of business.
The operation begins!
...
Meanwhile, far away in Taihang, Jin Land.
Unlike the festive atmosphere of New Year in San Qin's Yong'an, the winds here carried a murderous intent.
In the sky, starlight flowed, and the dark night floated up and down.
The bright moonlight flashed by, and a shadowy figure waved an arm, cloaking the night.
Halfway up Tianshan Mountain, a few people stood in the air as if on solid ground, their postures extraordinary.
They were precisely the four Taoist Monarchs of Wudang.
