A sigh echoed through the lonely time within the Summer Immortal Palace. Only the butterfly in the temple could hear it. And yet, she didn’t actually understand what the sigh meant. She was still obsessed with finding out why her Master called her naive, and why her Master was helping that annoying guy she hated. Because of that, she didn’t notice the gleam of determination in her Master’s eyes.

***

Of course, Xu Qing did not hear that sigh. He was still in Netherflame’s secluded meditation facilities, looking at the dandelion seeds. A few breaths of time passed.

“Eight Extreme Daos…” he murmured. With that, he sent his divine will into the dandelion seeds.

Rumbling sounds filled Xu Qing’s mind, like the explosive sound that echoed out upon the creation of heaven and earth. The sound shattered time, becoming a force of attraction that dragged Xu Qing into the location that held the immortal essence of Deep Earth.