“Oh, right, the North Extinction Coffin!” Reminded of his purpose, Lu Yun struggled to get to his feet, but was still too weak. “Go back for now, Feinie, Aoxue.”

“Understood.” The two envoys returned to the Gates of the Abyss, leaving no trace in the world thanks to the vitality-disguising talismans Xuanxi had refined.

“Why’d you dismiss them?” Qing Han helped Lu Yun up.

“That old turtle is watching us.” Lu Yun snorted. “Heh heh, it destroyed my formation disk, but didn’t stop and wonder why it was so easy to destroy.”

The formation disk had been Feinie’s handiwork. It appeared to be a teleportation formation, but hidden within was an ingenious surveillance formation. The destruction...