Chapter 1403 The Spark of Love (4)

1403 The Spark of Love (4)....
Xu Qing followed the tracks of the tattered cloth that was like the skin of the vine and got closer and closer to the bottom of the sea under the guidance of the heavenly vine.
After about fifteen minutes, Xu Qing finally caught up.
Only… this piece of tattered cloth that had endured Huang Yan’s fire all along the way had now reached the limit.
That palm-sized piece of tattered cloth completely burned to ashes in front of Xu Qing’s eyes.
In the end, only a gray trail was left. At the bottom of the Forbidden Sea, it shone with specks of starlight and dissipated.
Staring at the starlight, Xu Qing appeared at the place where the tattered cloth had burnt to ashes and focused his senses.
“It’s indeed the aura of the Holy Heavenly Vine. In that case, this vine had appeared on the Wanggu before Feng Lintao descended?”
Xu Qing pondered. As for the Holy Heavenly Vine beside him, it was clearly a little unwilling. Hence, it moved around in the surroundings. A while later, it suddenly paused and locked onto a direction before speeding away.
Xu Qing immediately followed behind.
Just like that, time passed. The man and the vine sped through the seabed for several hours, arriving at a hidden area.
This place had numerous densely packed trenches, resembling scars.
Outside these trenches, the heavenly vine emitted an excited emotion and plunged into one of the chasms.
As the dust rose, the heavenly vine disappeared completely into the chasm.
Xu Qing didn’t immediately follow but paused outside the trench. Through his connection with the heavenly vine, he sensed it delving deeper within the trench.
After a while, it reached a hidden pit.
There was actually an item in the deep pit.
It was a pagoda, a dilapidated pagoda!
It was entangled by a withered heavenly vine.
It was unknown how many years it had been buried, but it emitted intense ancientness.
At the same time, as Xu Qing saw the mysterious deteriorated pagoda in the Forbidden Sea, and while Huang Yan diligently accompanied the second senior sister outside the Forbidden Sea… there were five remote areas on the Wanggu, emitting guiding marks that reached toward the sky.
These five marks were located in the east, west, south, north, and center of Wanggu, each belonging to a different region.
At each location, there were three to four cultivators in silver robes sitting cross-legged.
Their race was distinct but they wore the same clothes and had a similar temperament. They were exactly the same as Feng Lintao and the other two back then!
They were cultivators of the holy land!
The place where they were sitting had a complicated array formation. As they performed hand seals, the array formations silently circulated, emitting mysterious threads that stirred the starry sky outside the Wanggu.
In the depths of the starry sky, starlight twisted as various celestial bodies of differing sizes shifted forward.
Some resembled planets, others landmasses, and some even looked like mountains.
These celestial bodies, varied in appearance and numbering in the hundreds, were the holy lands!
If someone could overlook the starry sky, they would see that the direction in which these holy lands were heading was none other than the Wanggu.
Although these holy lands were connected into a line, the distances between them were quite vast, as if they were divided into distinct batches.
There were five at the front.
They were two terrifyingly large mountains, a vast landmass, and two strange statues.
A terrifying pressure and an astonishing aura spread out in the starry sky as they shifted forward. Countless meteors silently disintegrated into dust in their wake, which then swept up to form a cosmic storm.
They were getting closer and closer to the Wanggu.
In one of the mountain holy lands, on the mountain peak stood an old man in a golden Daoist robe. His appearance was similar to that of the human race, but his skin was a striking crimson.
At that moment, he was looking in the direction of Wanggu and muttered hoarsely.
“I didn’t expect to return one day…”