The white-faced Daoist made an inviting gesture, asking Li Qingyun to land that Slaughtering Immortal Sword in his strange grotto-heaven.
"Many thanks, Daoist." After a brief hesitation, Li Qingyun still shrank the sword and flew over.
This white-faced Daoist was most likely a Quasi-Saint of the Sky-Devouring Roc Clan. When he had flown over Li Qingyun's head earlier, how majestic that roc's body had been, and the "sky-devouring" aura it radiated was tyrannical and overbearing.
Although Li Qingyun's Slaughtering Immortal Sword had already manifested its most complete giant form, it still looked like a reed before the white-faced Daoist's true roc body.
If that scale was the full picture of a Quasi-Saint Body, then a single Quasi-Saint was at least equal to one-thousandth of the Great Cosmos's volume.
Yet earlier, this white-faced Daoist had only been traveling to reduce the crushing pressure of the rolling clouds in the ruins, so he certainly had not displayed his most complete form.
Therefore, the true body of a Quasi-Saint was definitely majestic beyond imagination!
On a semi-illusory cyan cliff, a roc and a sword sat facing each other somewhat bizarrely.
Traces of interest surfaced in the white-faced Daoist's eyes as he spoke, "Daoist Slaughtering Immortal, this is actually the first time I've seen you in the ruins. Your state is somewhat special; you haven't reached the Quasi-Saint realm, yet you can move about freely in the ruins!"
Then, he couldn't help licking his lips with some unnamable implication.
"Could it be that you are an entity born and nurtured by the ruins?"
At this, his gaze fixed on the Slaughtering Immortal Sword with a subtle change.
It seemed that this so-called entity nurtured by the ruins was a treasure that even Quasi-Saints coveted with greed.
"No!"
Li Qingyun, sitting cross-legged inside the sword