Wu Yujun had been willing to trust him, even defecting from her clan without hesitation. Naturally, he would not be stingy.
Whether one called her a fool blessed by foolish fortune or a woman of immense wisdom, it was all the same.
Many times, one's choice outweighed one's effort.
At the sight of that thread of infinitely mysterious true blood, Yuan Lang and Yuan Yiping were shocked—and could not help regretting it.
"If we had obtained a thread of Cloud Saint's origin blood, then after reincarnating as humans, our future fortunes would surely not be inferior to what they are now!"
Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret.
With a wave of Li Qingyun's hand, Wu Yujun's wisp of lingering thought became like a firefly falling into the Three Pure Ones Great Cosmos.
When she was reborn, she would no longer be of the Abyss Clan.
"By then, the Abyss Clan should have perished completely..."
Without looking at the stirred Yuan Lang and Yuan Yiping, he lightly swept his great sleeve and vanished into the vast formation domain.
He had already done all that benevolence and righteousness demanded for the Abyss Clan.
This poor Daoist had never owed the Abyss Clan anything. Rather, the Abyss Clan owed this poor Daoist far too much!
From now on, they could each struggle on their own and leave it to fate.
"Alas! With Yujun gone, Cloud Saint has clearly grown much colder toward us!"
Yuan Lang and Yuan Yiping looked at the boundless, austere Immortal Slaying Great Formation, exchanged glances, and sighed regretfully.
Neither was a fool. They naturally saw that Li Qingyun was cutting through tangled threads with a swift blade, severing and clearing away certain karmic entanglements.
He must be preparing to Ascend to Void and Enter Sainthood!
"The Qingyun Dao