"You're actually still alive..."
Cui Jianlu's not especially tall body stood straight and erect.
His folded arms slowly dropped.
His bright eyes, holding a galaxy within them as though they could reveal ancient ages, studied the cultivator standing atop the wall, draped in a pale black shadow.
Divine light flickered in his eyes, mingled with surprise.
Who could have imagined that after dealing with the blood jade gourd of the Primordial Sacred Spirit Demon, the greatest danger had not been cut away?
Instead, because the warriors of Tianxia Tower had destroyed the gourd, they had lost their basis for judgment.
At first, even he had paid it no mind. Only when the monks and Daoists entered the temple did he learn of such a person. This person seemed to have won the Heavenly Lord's favor, which made him suspicious enough to choose four people to probe him.
He had not expected this to be no big fish at all, but an enraged dragon lying dormant beneath calm waters.
Unfortunately, their clash had been stopped by the Dao Lord, leaving Cui Jianlu deeply regretful.
After returning, he thought it over carefully, sent word back to retrieve the case files, and searched through them for young powerhouses.
The files piled as high as mountains, yet gave him no clue.
It was not until that day, when he truly saw the Ghost Saint make his move, that Cui Jianlu found a lead.
Even so, it cost him boundless effort.
At last, among the cluttered files, he found records concerning a "weapon."
Yes.
A weapon.
When Cui Jianlu first saw it, he had habitually skimmed past it as well. Had it not looked far too similar, he would never have spared it a second glance.
It was that single glance that gave rise to