"Myriad Souls Banner?"
It was gone!?
Ling Xuanxiao was stunned.
The first person he thought of was the Sword Spirit.
Divine Grass Mountain was under the Sword Spirit's control.
The Sword Spirit knew that he had hidden the Myriad Souls Banner here.
But... could it have been the Sword Spirit?
Ling Xuanxiao did not dare guarantee it with absolute certainty.
After all, the Myriad Souls Banner was far too special.
Back then, secretly transporting it out of Shu Mountain's treasure vault—
and bringing it to Divine Grass Mountain—
had taken no small effort.
He had hidden it on Divine Grass Mountain precisely to guard against the unexpected.
Who would have thought the unexpected would truly come?
Yet now, the Myriad Souls Banner had vanished!
After pondering for a moment, Ling Xuanxiao found the Sword Spirit.
"Where is the thing I buried here before?"
The Sword Spirit revealed a guilty expression. "I don't know either. Logically speaking, all of Divine Grass Mountain is under my control. Every blade of grass and every tree here is within my command, yet that thing simply disappeared..."
Ling Xuanxiao could not tell whether the Sword Spirit was speaking the truth or lying.
But it was most likely telling the truth.
If the Sword Spirit had wanted to claim the Myriad Souls Banner for itself, there would have been no need to hide it from him.
It only needed to kill him.
The Myriad Souls Banner—
was practically Ling Xuanxiao's final trump card.
Yet now, even that trump card had disappeared.
Ling Xuanxiao viciously slammed his fist into the ground. That intense sense of confusion and weakness swept over his entire body again.
Some unseen force of fate was doing everything in its power to obstruct him.
Ling Xuanxiao waved a hand. "Tomorrow, come with me