A three-inch bronze crane, its shell already mottled with verdigris yet seeming like a living creature, suddenly shot into the high sky and vanished into the boundless night.
Where the bronze crane had taken flight, a paper scroll that had just sprung from the mechanism in its belly turned into countless specks too fine for the naked eye to see as fingers closed around it, vanishing within a firm, powerful hand. That hand belonged to Qi Lianliancheng.
As someone who had already faintly surpassed the vast majority of the Ten Golden Immortals of Kunlun, Qi Lianliancheng held power beyond what most could imagine. Huang Wushen seemed to have entrusted him with most of Kunlun's strength in the mortal world. The Northern Bright King had sensed this, which was why he did not dare interfere lightly in the struggle between Qi Lianliancheng and Luo Bei. And now, even though Kuang Wuxin had completely severed Kunlun's contact with the outside world, through the many reports that still reached him, Qi Lianliancheng could vaguely sense that something was wrong with Kunlun at this moment.
Yet Qi Lianliancheng was not worried about Kunlun in the slightest, because he had absolute faith in Huang Wushen. He had never even doubted that Huang Wushen might be wrong. Over the past several decades, it was precisely because he had completely believed Huang Wushen's words that he had attained his present cultivation. In Qi Lianliancheng's eyes, so long as he continued this way, he would surely achieve the supreme Great Dao beyond anyone else's reach.
Thus, Qi Lianliancheng had only one thought in his heart: kill Luo Bei!
Qi Lianliancheng had a clear intuition. Although Luo Bei's Natal Sword Essence had been utterly destroyed by him, Luo Bei was still not dead.
Since Luo Bei was not dead,