Just as Qin Fengming unleashed the Talisman Treasure and slew the two powerful enemies, far away—who knew how many tens of thousands of miles distant—in a stretch of densely packed mountains, a white-haired old man with an otherworldly bearing sat upright inside an imposing hall atop a high mountain.
After Xi Qinglun's dantian was destroyed and his Nascent Soul dispersed, the meditating old man suddenly trembled a moment later. His slightly closed eyes abruptly snapped open.
Two flashes of keen light shot out. After flickering briefly, they slowly faded away, and his eyes once again looked like those of an ordinary mortal.
The old man's expression grew slightly solemn. He then formed hand seals, and a mass of five-colored radiance suddenly appeared between his hands. A faint, nearly imperceptible gleam flashed and shot in from outside the hall, plunging into the five-colored radiance.
The old man released his divine sense, which swiftly probed toward the radiance as well.
If Qin Fengming had been able to see the scene within that radiance just as the old man could, he would certainly have been stunned on the spot.
For within the radiance, a young cultivator was forming hand seals and frantically driving a magic treasure of astonishing might. The treasure was only a little over three feet long and pitch-black all over. Hidden within a mass of black energy, it was forcefully absorbing energy.
A moment later, the young man withdrew the layer of barrier before him, spoke briefly with the two cultivators inside it, and then pointed a finger. The two cultivators immediately collapsed.
This scene was exactly the same as Qin Fengming's killing of Xi Qinglun and Situ Jue. It was as though, at the moment it had happened, someone had recorded the entire scene from the air—and was now