Immortal Artifact Son was dead.
Before these three solemn, incense-wreathed, hazy humanoid statues radiating profound pressure, he had died just like that, without the slightest strength to resist.
He had already burned everything away in the previous battle. Now, he had met his final fate.
As a Void Refinement Peak Cultivator, Immortal Artifact Son had no ability to survive against someone of the same realm.
Three items fell where he had stood.
One was a fist-sized, broken furnace, riddled with holes, with great cavities in some places that had been melted through by extreme heat.
This should have been Immortal Artifact Son's Destiny Magical Treasure, a Magic Treasure Embryo forged from the finest ninth-rank Inheritance Divine Gold of the Upper Realm—the foundation upon which a future Dao Child would have had a great chance of attaining the Supreme.
Even though Immortal Artifact Son had burned everything, many things could not be burned away.
There was a Rubik's Cube-like object, dim and without luster. It might have been a Storage Magic Treasure, though that was uncertain.
Lastly, there was a string of Rune Chains, suspended between illusion and reality, flashing with spiritual light. Within that radiance lay the mysteries of Fate and Puppet Computer, so beautiful that it took one's breath away.
This was somewhat like the hardest part left behind after a demonic beast died.
Jiang Ding thought silently as he gathered his spoils of war and flew outward without looking back.
That pitch-black opening was shrinking rapidly, but none of it was a problem. The Materialistic Solar Sword Soul could soar across the vast Cosmic Starry Sky in an instant; a mere few steps of distance could hardly obstruct it.
The sword soul was about to fly out of the pitch-black opening.
At that moment, the pitch-black opening instantly