The Silver White Sword Talisman spun for an unknown length of time—perhaps more than ten days, perhaps several months.
At last, it came to a stop and fell into the dust.
Several dozen days later.
A group of people flew in from afar. At their head was a plump old man lying on a jade bed, his breath as faint as a gossamer thread. His life aura had nearly completely dissipated, and only Pi Ying Divine Monarch's intervention from the Artifact Sect barely kept him alive.
"That ant should have escaped..."
Pi Ying Divine Monarch picked up the Jade Talisman from the ground and sighed. "He likely used some kind of Ultra-long-range Teleportation Array to instantly leave the Quasi-Eighth Order Sword Talisman's locking range. Or perhaps he had some method of blocking tracking, or some method of feigning death... In the Cultivation World, all manner of strange things exist."
"An ant..."
"Hahaha!"
Xuan Yang Divine Monarch, who had been following all along, could not help but sneer. "I think that highly unusual Sun Inheritance Sword Cultivator holds grudges deeply. Pi Ying, you do not think that just because he never showed killing intent toward you and remained respectful the whole time, he will not remember you, do you?"
"I estimate that in a few thousand years, once he advances to Void Refinement... Hehe, I only hope you can still call him an ant by then."
He mocked.
Pi Ying Divine Monarch's face darkened.
The feeling of being targeted by a Sword Dao Killing Star who was approaching the level of a Dao Child was far from pleasant. It was like thorns pricking his back, as though a death omen star could descend at any moment.
"Pi Ying... Fellow Daoist..."
"Please..."
The plump old man on the jade bed used all