His spiritual sense moved and entered the jade slip. Then, he sped up and flew toward a hall.
The hall was built entirely from bluestone. Hongda's hall was like a palace.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh."
When he arrived at the hall, Li Lingtian waved his hands and cast a series of spells.
After the last spell was cast, a two-meter-wide hole appeared in the middle of the hall. Below the hole was a long stone staircase. It was unknown how long the stone staircase was or where it extended to.
Li Lingtian did not hesitate at all. With a flick of his Divine Consciousness, he summoned the Silver-winged Flying Dragon and had it guard the place before he brought Qing Ling down.
In the dark passage, the stone stairs extended downwards. The deeper they went, the more humid it was, and the air became more and more oppressive.
Qingling's heart was thumping in such a place. Her little hands were tightly hugging Li Lingtian's arm.
