Ancestor Hongjun was immersed in divination, fine beads of sweat gradually oozing from his forehead. The interference of that mysterious power grew increasingly intense; every time he was about to touch a clue regarding the Celebratory Clouds of the Heavens, it was ruthlessly cut off. He knew well that there must be something fishy behind this—perhaps Luo Hou had sensed their actions and was secretly employing means to obstruct them. Yet how could Ancestor Hongjun give up so easily? Gritting his teeth, he pushed his Dao power to the absolute limit. The originally golden glow of his Dao essence faintly flickered with a trace of purple light, a sign that he was sublimating his own Dao principles in a bid to break through these layer-upon-layer of obstacles.
In the realm of the Yin-Yang poles, Immortal Yinyang was likewise searching with all his might for the whereabouts of the Celebratory Clouds of the Heavens. Located in the core region where black and white lights intertwined, his hands continuously absorbed the Yin-Yang Force, condensing and compressing it into black-and-white energy spheres. These energy spheres were tossed out one by one, darting and weaving like agile fish through the chaotic space of the Yin-Yang poles. Every single energy sphere carried Immortal Yinyang's unique divine sense imprint; the moment it touched any aura related to the Celebratory Clouds of the Heavens, it would immediately generate a resonant feedback. However, as time ticked away second by …
Chapter 212