Above the sky, there were three figures with solemn expressions.
"Cang Tian, are you saying that beneath us is where that kid is hiding?"
The hook-nosed old man couldn't help but ask.
"That's right, below us is the Great Cang Mountain Range, and that kid is a thousand miles deep beneath the ground within the mountain range."
Mo Cangtian's face didn't look good. He hadn't expected the source of the celestial phenomenon to be in the Great Cang Mountain Range.
This definitely had something to do with that kid.
"It's really related to him. What did he do? Could it be that he's capable of refining a Dao Artifact?"
The gray-robed old woman asked incredulously.
She could hardly believe that someone at the Primordial Spirit Realm could cause such a commotion.
