Seeing how the main branch was targeting him so blatantly, Li Qingyun no longer stood on ceremony. He smiled faintly, and the black scroll in his sleeve unfurled, stopping at the section on the Abyss Clan's dark history.
"The Abyss Clan... in this poor Daoist's dark history, you too will ultimately end up in a vast expanse of white, with heaven and earth scrubbed clean..."
Strands of grass-snake, gray-thread aura drifted out with a slight shake of his sleeve, swiftly burrowing into the nether and seeking out their own targets.
The birth of this tome had been rather accidental. After becoming an artifact, its wondrous abilities had grown unfathomably profound; whenever he used it, the results often exceeded his expectations.
Its "rank" was difficult to judge, fluctuating unpredictably.
At its strongest, it could even dissolve a portion of an Outer Void Saint's holy light. At its weakest, the opponent might only need to sneeze.
To achieve a certain spellcasting effect, he often needed to cast the spell repeatedly.
At this moment, the Abyss Clan had cast a net that covered heaven and earth throughout this Land of the Universe. Numerous Hua Xuan experts lay hidden within, maliciously "fishing for law enforcement." Naturally, Li Qingyun showed them no courtesy.
He flipped through the Dark Tome and, following the outcome he desired, cast the "curse" thirteen times in succession.
Only when the "fixed fate" emerged in his heart did he stop in satisfaction.
"On the surface, this poor Daoist came here only to find a High-grade Treasure Tree for Wu Yujun..."
He did not conceal his trail, allowing those faint divine senses to spy upon him. With his great sleeves billowing, he strode through the void in a free and elegant manner.
Along the way, he blasted apart countless blue parasol-shaped objects.