"Senior, why is there so much Demonic Qi here?" Yuan Ming asked knowingly.
"This... I do not know either. What I am looking for is something hidden behind this door, and I am unaware of the exact situation beyond it," the Water Spirit Saint Mother said.
Her words contained many holes, but Yuan Ming had no time to scrutinize them at the moment.
Without regard for how the other two would react, he waved his hand, and a red ancient scroll flew out. It unfolded in mid-air, revealing a red vortex that began to rapidly absorb the Demonic Qi from the Underground Palace.
Now, to continue practicing the Demon Image Prison Suppression Skill, he needed a large amount of Demonic Qi, the purer the better.
"Map of Ten Thousand Realms..."
The Water Spirit Saint Mother recognized the red ancient scroll, her eyes flashing with surprise as the hazy mist around her body trembled. She was obviously astonished that Yuan Ming possessed such a treasure.
