Careful inward observation revealed faint traces of immortal energy mixed within her meridians.
Song Wanníng raised her hand to sense it. Her body's strength had clearly improved, though the change was not yet particularly obvious and required continued accumulation. At present, her Primordial Soul power far exceeded her cultivation. If her physical strength improved accordingly, cultivation would no longer be an obstacle.
She had found a method to deal with Jiang Cen, and the beast clan still had an unknown intruder. The stronger she became, the easier it would be to handle.
Just as this thought arose, a sudden, violent tremor struck.
Song Wanníng looked up and saw a column of water shooting toward the sky not far away. The sky was instantly torn open, and, in a blur, it seemed as though more water was descending from above.
For a moment, it was impossible to tell if the water flowed up or down.
Song Wanníng's expression froze. She suddenly recalled some information she had gathered earlier. Could it be that the sea barrier of Wuyang Sea had disappeared?
Many others had the same suspicion. Within just ten seconds, over a hundred people were rushing toward Wuyang Sea.
"Let's go see for ourselves."
She whispered to a few little companions, who quickly retreated into her sea of consciousness.
Summoning her flying treasure, Song Wanníng sped toward Wuyang Sea. However, her treasure was primitive compared to the other immortal treasures, and she was soon overtaken by those traveling from afar, left far behind.
Song Wanníng remained unhurried. Attempting to snatch treasure from a group of immortals was extremely unlikely. Her primary goal was to observe, but if an opportunity arose to seize treasure, she would seize it with all her strength.
Whoosh—
A figure flew past her swiftly. It was Mo Yang Xiānjūn, whom she had encountered briefly before.
Song Wanníng's heart stirred, and she immediately pursued at full speed.
Mo Yang Xiānjūn rode a flying sword and vanished in the blink of an eye.
She pursed her lips and abandoned the chase, hiding within the crowd surging forward.
…
Half an hour later, in the air above the Wuyang Sea coast, countless immortals had gathered. As an Out-of-Body stage cultivator, Song Wanníng seemed like a tiny child among them.
"Tsk, what child dares to come here? Are the adults at home not watching?"
"Hmph, perhaps some old monster brought her!"
"True, otherwise she would not dare to join the crowd."
Someone noticed Song Wanníng in the crowd and could not help staring repeatedly.
She stood out too much among the immortals.
Receiving countless "concerned" gazes, Song Wanníng remained calm, standing there composed while excitedly whispering to her little companions about Dao Qing in the crowd.
"It really is Senior Dao Qing!!! He seems to know Senior Mo Yang, and quite well too!"
Feigning casual glances toward Wu Ji Sect, Song Wanníng marveled at the relationship between Mo Yang and Dao Qing.
Not only that, even Mu Zixu seemed to know Dao Qing…
And they appeared to be at odds.
The world felt enormous yet fleetingly small. Suddenly encountering three familiar faces, all within the same sect, was extraordinary.
Song Wanníng's heartbeat quickened, and a smile tugged at her lips.
Mo Yang sensed a probing gaze and looked over.
When he realized it was Song Wanníng, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. He was certain he did not know her, yet her gaze carried an inexplicable familiarity.
How strange.
"Who is Junior Brother Mo Yang looking at?"
Dao Qing noticed Mo Yang's unusual expression and looked as well.
"Eh, such a pretty little girl, but why is she here?"
This was not a place for her to be.
"What pretty little girl?"
Mu Zixu always watched Dao Qing closely. Hearing this, a cold glint appeared in his eyes, spotting Song Wanníng in the crowd.
He narrowed his eyes, snorted, and deliberately contradicted Dao Qing. "Average looks, average cultivation. Dao Qing, your taste is as poor as ever!"
Mu Zixu's eyes were full of disdain. Whatever Dao Qing liked, he disliked.
This girl was attractive but looked useless; only Dao Qing would care.
Upon hearing this, Dao Qing frowned.
"If your eyes are poor, go wash them in the sea. You talk too much and cannot speak properly, so I see no reason to keep you around!"
He had never been one to tolerate grievances, always confronting Mu Zixu without retreating.
Over the years since ascending, his verbal skills had sharpened.
"Dao Qing—"
Mu Zixu could not accept such an insult and immediately clashed with Dao Qing.
If circumstances allowed, he would have leapt forward to fight.
Wang Yang quickly restrained him. "Don't act rashly."
"Junior Brother Dao Qing only spoke casually. I also think that girl seems quite good. She looks clever."
A person's gaze and aura reveal their nature. That girl was clearly intelligent, and her talent was likely not poor. Yet fighting over an outsider was unreasonable.
"Which side are you on, anyway?"
Mu Zixu grew angrier. Why was Wang Yang meddling?
Wang Yang said nothing.
Song Wanníng observed the quarrel discreetly.
She dared not overtly look, as these were immortals, and higher-stage cultivators typically despised being watched by lower-stage ones.
Yet they had glanced in her direction. Had they noticed her?
While pondering this, several figures arrived. Leading them was a person in red, hair tied neatly at the back, exuding confidence and boldness.
Song Wanníng's eyes lit up with delight.
It was Senior Feng Jiuxiao!!!
Feng Jiuxiao resembled the remnant soul in the immortal palace, slightly younger in appearance but equally sharp and imposing, radiating immense aura. Her presence was like a blazing sun, illuminating the sky.
"Eh, even the Ancestor has arrived?"
"I heard something unusual happened in Wuyang Sea. They went searching for formation masters. Feng Jiuxiao must have received the news and just arrived."
"Tsk tsk, now it's truly lively…"
Most immortals focused on these famous prodigies, as they were the most likely to seize the extraordinary treasure.
After murmuring, the crowd turned to the soaring water column in Wuyang Sea.
A day and night passed. The sea barrier remained intact, but the water column thickened, striving to break free and pierce the sky.
Song Wanníng's expression grew serious. Entering Wuyang Sea meant unimaginable danger.
Once the arrow was loosed, there was no turning back.