"It was merely lifting a hand. Xiao Die, why be so polite?"
Lin Xuan did not take offense. If he wanted to take out this treasure intact, one person's strength was a little too meager, but if two people joined hands, there would be no great difficulty at all.
Since he was borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, how could he be stingy about lending a hand?
And so Lin Xuan clenched both hands, spiritual light surging from every part of his body. Along with it, a terrifying spiritual pressure descended from the heavens.
When the Phantom Moon Moth saw this, a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
She likewise raised her jade-like hands, and spell seals shot out from her fingertips one after another.
Rumble!
About two hours later.
A thunderous boom rolled into their ears. Without the slightest warning, several mountain peaks suddenly collapsed for no apparent reason.
Among them was that valley as well, which directly turned into nothingness amid the dust filling the sky.
This place had been razed flat, but within the dust, three brilliant streaks of Escape Light leapt up like fish, circled slightly, then shot toward the distance at an astonishing speed.
One day and one night later.
The sky was somewhat dim. This was a stretch of wasteland.
There was not a trace of human habitation, only an extremely conspicuous bare stone mountain.
The stone mountain was over ten thousand zhang tall, and atop its peak stood one man and two women with proud bearing.
The man looked no more than twenty-some years old, extremely young.
He wore a green robe, and his features were ordinary to the extreme.
The two women, on the other hand, were even slightly younger, yet their appearances were bright and beautiful; they were