Buzz, buzz!
A ripple of ancient ancestral wailing and chanting transmitted from the Netherworld Void.
On "Li Quanlei"'s seemingly frozen, delicate face, a twitch flickered, and immediately his three faces and six eyes woke together, snapping open.
Amidst the six eyes, black profound divine light swept out like pillars, instantly churning the surrounding heavy, turbid Qi.
The Mud Palace's opportunity has manifested!
The Outer Void has descended to the mortal world, and the Empress of Burial is in peril!
The ancient coffins of the Human Race ancestors are hanging by a thread...
Upon opening his eyes, this clone of Li Qingyun instantly understood the myriad variables.
Traces of coldness surfaced on his three delicate faces. Rising abruptly, his eight arms swept like dark ancestral dragons and slashed fiercely, and his person had already broken free from the shackles of this turbid land, flying out like lightning.
Since he cultivated the Dao of Turbidity and achieved success, this Mud Field was naturally the home turf of him, "Li Quanlei".
How could Outer Void old monsters dare to act presumptuously here, let alone vainly hope to contend with me, the Daoist, for the Mud Palace's opportunity!
His true body knew full well that on the plane of the ruins, two more opportunities comparable to the Ice River Ancient Ruins had yet to manifest, yet he ascended to the void and entered sainthood in the two-hundred-and-some-th year of the Ruin Calendar. First, the timing was rare, and the earlier he became a saint, the better; second, his clone was still around, so the meat ultimately wouldn't fly away!
Buzz, buzz!
"Li Quanlei" was like a dark deity within the dark muddy world, his entire body wreathed in dark, heavy Qi. His three heads and six eyes swept across all directions, and as he