On Yanfu Mountain.
A huge tiger-shaped puppet spread its blade-like wings and bounded through the mountains at astonishing speed.
More than a dozen figures stood atop it, the fierce wind snapping their robes.
Even now, Deng Taiyue remained amazed.
"Your sect's White Tiger Puppet must rival a Nascent Soul Late Stage Great Cultivator!"
Luo Chen surveyed their surroundings as he replied, "You have a keen eye, Brother Deng. But the spiritual energy this puppet consumes each time it's activated is beyond what ordinary people can imagine."
Deng Taiyue's gaze fell on the puppet's torso, then on its head, where its core lay. He nodded to himself.
Top Grade Spirit Stones were embedded everywhere!
Such Spirit Stones were hard currency even among Nascent Soul True Persons.
In peacetime, even a Nascent Soul Upper Sect with a reasonably good Spirit Vein could extract only one Top Grade Spirit Stone every ten years without damaging the vein's grade.
With Top Grade Spirit Stones as its core power source, the puppet's destructive force was naturally terrifying.
"Did you refine this puppet yourself, Brother Luo?"
"You jest. I merely happened upon it in a Primordial Era ruin."
Luo Chen brushed off the question with that casual reply.
The White Tiger Puppet beneath his feet was the one he had obtained from Han Zhan.
To trace its origins, one would have to go back to Fallen Devil Land.
It had taken him over a hundred years to painstakingly unravel its restrictions. Later, worried that something might happen during a long absence from Luo Tian Sect, he had left it with Li Yingzhang. He had not expected it to come into use here and now.
"Still, its arrival is well timed!"
Luo Chen's gaze swept over an unremarkable waterfall ahead, and he raised his right hand high.