The Holy Emperor's True Body Bound (1)

"That's the direction!"

"Downwards, keep sinking deeper."

"We're close, this should be roughly the right direction... right?"

In the vast darkness of the Apricot Realm, the Frost Ferret continually guided the way, though its words betrayed a hint of uncertainty.

Its escape techniques were formidable, yet its sense of direction left much to be desired.

Moreover, trapped within the Apricot Realm by Lord Shou, the scene before it remained as bleak as ever.

In the pursuit of Qilin, intuition was its only guide.

In a state of disappearance, Xu Xiaoshou wasted no time lingering atop the Pearl Tower. Instead, he used it as a base for his descent, delving deeper underground.

The mission was paramount.

He couldn't gauge how deep he had ventured. Each time Elder Han called for a halt, he paused to focus his Perception.

Yet, there was no trace of the Holy Emperor, Qilin.