Yet no one was destined to answer that question.
Just as the words fell.
Eight handsome immortals resembling puppets, each standing atop a jade cauldron, suddenly appeared in the void. Positioned according to the eight trigrams, faint golden runes bearing the character "Seal" emerged across their bodies...
With a flash of spiritual light, they rapidly closed in on her with lightning speed.
"Spatial divine ability?" The "female corpse," who had been wavering in uncertainty moments ago, immediately blanched.
For compared to the terror of this One-Tribulation Immortal Formation, even more frightening was Wei Tu's utterly untraceable whereabouts.
When these eight "immortal puppets" standing upon jade cauldrons appeared, they made no sound at all, nor did they leave behind any trace to follow... It was as though they had appeared out of thin air.
And this was precisely the means available only to cultivators who had mastered the mysteries of space.
It meant that, now that this cave abode's air-sealing grand formation had been destroyed, his true body could advance or retreat freely and withdraw at any time.
Even if she had still been at her peak, she likely would have found it difficult to stop him.
Thinking this, the "female corpse," who was suppressing the spiritual poison within her while hurriedly forming hand seals to deal with the five-colored lamp radiance and the "immortal puppets" closing in around her, spoke again:
"Who exactly are you, Fellow Daoist? Why are you so fixated on this concubine's corpse? If you withdraw today, this concubine will surely repay your kindness another day..."
The intent to seek peace in these words was exceedingly clear.
Even the way she addressed herself had changed from the lofty "this seat" to the far humbler "this concubine."
Yet unfortunately.
Her words were ultimately useless.
Wei Tu, hidden in