Above Vault Sky, boundless clouds, mist, and vapor filled the space between heaven and earth. Six vague outlines could be seen within them—the corpses of the six Dragon Lords.
"Big Brother. What do we do?"
Cang River Dragon Lord wore a miserable expression as he spoke softly to the dragon head beside him. Compared to death, this half-dead state was even more torturous.
Old Dragon Lord also looked helpless.
This truly could not be blamed on him. Who could have imagined that such a method existed beneath heaven—killing someone without letting them die, cutting off any possibility of revival? It was simply too wicked.
Thinking of this, he glanced once more into the depths of the clouds, dread rising in his heart: Heavenly Duke just made a move, but Great Sword Sect forced him back. That Mysterious Person, like Great Sword Sect, was also born with three spirits? But where did such a powerhouse come from? How could he have remained unknown beforehand?
He had no answer.
Elsewhere, while the six Dragon Lords trembled in fear, Great Sword Sect took a step back amid the clouds and widened the distance between himself and True Person Demon-Sweeping.
"Is there anything else you wish to ask, Fellow Daoist?"
True Person Demon-Sweeping shook his head. "Nothing for now."
"Then I shall leave first. If I remain here, many things will lose their suspense. Things that were meant to happen may no longer happen."
Great Sword Sect's tone was calm.
Before his words had faded, his figure dispersed into the clouds and vanished without a trace. Only True Person Demon-Sweeping remained, standing quietly in place with his sword in hand.
At the same time, Lu Yang was also sorting through his thoughts.
The method of the Primordial Spirit is now clear.
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