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As it turned out, when I reached the coordinates those three cultivators had given me, nothing remained except a stretch of ruins. But I wasn't disappointed. As the owner of a godhead, I myself was the source of an immense celestial spirit power—how could I possibly be killed at someone's convenience?
I pulled out a talisman, wrote down a request for the locations of the two godhead-wielding ghost cultivators, then lit it and sent it to the intelligence team. Before long, Hu Qingya sent back a response, along with another piece of news.
The additional news was that Chi Feng, who had previously delivered the two Pure World Green Lotus leaves, was still alive. Someone had rescued him and brought him back to the minor heavenly court, though he remained unconscious. As for who the leaves belonged to, nothing was said. I, on the other hand, felt that the leaves weren't important. As long as no one had died, what difference did it make whose hands they fell into? How could something useless compare with Chi Feng, the intelligence chief of the Central State?
"Mount Guanchao again." I sighed. This place truly was a land where heroic spirits fell silent. Those two godhead-wielding ghost cultivators certainly weren't lucky to have fled here.
But thinking about it, it made sense. Mount Guanchao was thick with celestial energy, making it the Central State's first choice for recovering from injuries and replenishing depleted celestial power. On top of that, mirages appeared everywhere amid the dense fog. Once inside, reality and illusion blurred together, making it difficult to tell truth from falsehood. Hiding there would provide the perfect chance to catch one's breath. After all, no one could flee outside indefinitely.
Jing Yun had sacrificed himself at Mount Guanchao, while Xia Ruize and