Three figures walked side by side across Heavenly Dao Island. They were the three members of the Spirit Race.
Li Daonian stepped forward, his longsword aimed directly at them. "You three served as Devil Race spies and sabotaged the Dao Heart Mirror. Your conspiracy has already been exposed!"
Ling Jiuye, Ling Zhi, and Ling Ling'er's expressions changed at once. Ling Jiuye roared, "Nonsense!"
Xue Qianxun said in a low voice, "In a matter this serious, of course you would deny it. Do you dare submit to the Soul-Searching Art?"
"On what grounds?" Ling Jiuye stared coldly at the three before him.
"On the grounds that I am the Southern Heaven Sword God's successor! On the grounds that I am Jade Pool's Senior Disciple Brother, charged with purging traitors and protecting the Dao!"
The longsword in Li Daonian's hand suddenly rose, and a vast desolation spread between heaven and earth...
Ling Jiuye sighed. "That isn't a responsibility. You're simply sick in the head!"
At this moment, Lin Su also felt that he was sick—and quite seriously so.
Because he had a huge stone tablet like a door panel slung over his shoulder, trudging step by step along the White Bone Road. No birds called, no insects chirped, and there were no fellow travelers.
He had considered putting the tablet away, but he couldn't!
The Demon Race Storage Bag shattered into dregs the moment it touched the enormous tablet.
He had an Inner Space within his body, but the instant he opened it toward the tablet, he suddenly felt that the tablet was larger than the sky. It simply could not fit inside.
He wanted to fly, but the tablet was absurdly heavy. He could not get off the ground at all.
He even unleashed his thousand-zhang Dharma Body, yet the