Yuan Ming steadied his mind slightly, practiced some breathing control, and after midnight struck, he took out a stick of Black Incense, planning to possess the disciples who had followed Zuo Qinghui in Little Lake City to see if Chang Chun Temple was already aware of Zuo Qinghui's affairs.
Although he had already arrived at the Black Wind Desert, it was still necessary to keep an eye on the situation at Chang Chun Temple, otherwise, if they came looking for him, he would be at a disadvantage.
However, when he took out the Stealing Heaven Tripod, he suddenly paused.
He sensed a stream of Desire Power, thicker than any he had felt before, winding around the exterior of the Stealing Heaven Tripod like tentacles.
Yuan Ming was greatly surprised. Previously, the Desire Power was always thin like threads, so why was it so dense now?
