Xuanji Falls

True Lord Xuanji had long been mentally prepared for this outcome.

He could not bring himself to beg in such an ugly manner, and he understood that even begging would not earn him mercy.

He feared death, but if his enemy could be buried alongside him, that would bring him some comfort.

As a direct disciple of the sect and a core figure who might one day inherit the position of sect master, his unnatural death would inevitably trigger the secret art upon him and mark the enemy responsible.

Unless that enemy remained in this small world forever, they would inevitably be exposed.

This secret art was even more concealed than the Blood Corrupting Soul Chasing Curse. Only cultivation at the Nascent Soul level could detect the abnormality on one's body. The secret art circulated only among large sects; cultivators from small sects and humble backgrounds could never know of it.

The pain he had imagined did not come. True Lord Xuanji sensed a familiar mana fluctuation, then discovered that the Seal Spirit Art had enveloped his entire body.

Ji An ordered the Golden Feathered Eagle to seize the enemy, then left the Gourd World together with it.

Crimson thunderclouds churned and gathered. Deep, muffled rumbles shook the four directions, their echoes rolling on and on, as though a roaring fire dragon lurked within.

Ji An and his spirit beast slowly approached the tribulation clouds. The Golden Feathered Eagle was somewhat frightened; its flight had visibly become distorted.

Cultivators could judge the range affected by a lightning tribulation from the size of its clouds. Ji An stopped more than ten li away from the crimson cloud mass.

"Keep going forward and fly low. If new tribulation clouds begin gathering above your head, drop the target immediately and come back."

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