Pitifully, that cultivator still did not know what had happened even in death.
The short, plump old man's entire bearing had changed.
Ghost Emperor Haotian was incomparably crafty. Though he had every confidence in seizing Lin Xuan's body, before that, he had still left behind a few contingencies.
He cultivated the divine ability of a Second Primordial Spirit.
And without anyone realizing it, he had already seized this old man's body.
This way, even if his primary primordial spirit failed, he could still live on, and it was not impossible for him to make a comeback. If he succeeded, the two primordial spirits would merge back into one.
Such planning could not be called anything but meticulous.
Haotian had even calculated the No-Fly Restriction near Qingshi Gorge with great precision; he had ample time to escape.
After killing that young cultivator, his face was filled with gloom. He turned back and cast a venomous glance behind him, but with that one look, his expression changed drastically.
A streak of startling rainbow light entered his eyes.
"Impossible. I tested this No-Fly Restriction. Even great immortal cultivators at the Nascent Soul Late Stage can't fly here." The short, plump old man cried out despite himself. Only now did he fully appreciate the old saying that man proposes, Heaven disposes.
He had clearly calculated every detail, yet when facing Lin Xuan, flaws and omissions had appeared one after another.
Damn it!
However, he had no time left to brood.
He opened his mouth and spat out a wisp of flying sword, then attached himself to it.
The place where he stood was not enveloped by the restriction, but even so, wanting to escape was almost impossible.
Yet no matter what, he would not sit and wait for death. So long as there was