Wang Ping couldn't answer the question. He instinctively looked up at the sky, which remained vast and cloudless. He tried to pierce through the clouds and gaze into the expanse beyond the heavens.
But his vision couldn't reach that far.
"Gazing into the outer realms is a matter for the future. Right now, we must find a way to establish ourselves in the chaotic era to come." Wang Ping withdrew his gaze and began to carefully arrange the tea set on the stone table.
A fragrant cup of tea was soon brewed. Wang Ping and Yu Lian quietly savored its aroma, and half a day passed without them noticing.
From time to time, Wang Ping would summon his divine soul. He used his new divine soul to manifest Spirit Communication Talismans and Luck-Borrowing Talismans. With a mere thought, a Curse Talisman would appear out of thin air, requiring no effort from him to draw it.
He felt that he had grown stronger again.
