"Hmph. Without the pinnacle of the Sacred Path, if this old man hadn't thrown away the Imperishable Divine Sword and returned its inheritance back then, how could these three ghosts have suppressed me?" Li Xiangru snorted coldly at the ghost cultivator's boastful words.
"What use is regret?" I gave a sinister smile. Back then, when Li Xiangru had gone to the Ancient God Realm, he had returned the Imperishable into the hurricane barrier zone behind the passage right in front of us. That sword possessed its own sentience. Its return to the inheritance through the preaching rift had been inevitable, and the inheritor was Li Nianjun. After so many years, it was hardly strange to conclude that it had fallen into Li Nianjun's hands.
So, at the end of the day, Li Xiangru was actually a man with very complicated feelings. His ambitions were simply too great, leading him to do things that left people baffled. Throwing away the sword back then might have been a sudden awakening of his conscience. After all, he regarded Li Nianjun as his own inheritor, and his affection for her was plain for all to see. Once he ascended to the Upper Realm, there would be no one left to protect his granddaughter, so leaving the sword behind had also been a way to ease his conscience.
"That's only natural. Of course I believe Li Daoxian's true strength is far beyond this." The ghost cultivator smiled faintly. He had already entered the range where I could see him with my naked eyes.
At that moment, the ghost cultivator was dressed in a pitch-black robe. From head to toe, he seemed hidden within darkness. From where I stood, it looked as though I could see only a pair of ghostly green eyes peering into the