His voice echoed through the silent valley like it had encountered no obstruction at all.
There were twenty-one Nine Tribulation True Immortals here in total. Clearly, only three had been killed, yet the surroundings were deathly silent, as though the spectators did not exist at all.
I opened the sword case. Lord of the Clouds seemed to return the sword to its sheath, and the clang of metal continued without end. Once the sword case finally snapped shut, I slung it onto my back, reached out to pick up the Moon-Gazing Pearl and Twin Pearl, and hung them around my neck. They looked like Buddhist prayer beads. I could take them back and give them to Yuan Ci. That big, meaty monk was probably still missing one string of prayer beads; it would count as thanks for all the help he usually gave me.
Facing the spectators, I did not stop. Instead, I continued, "Is no one else coming? I still have a Bloodrage Golden Lotus in my hand. I wonder if anyone here is interested? Surely you aren't only interested in the Six Paths Divine Sword, right? I'll say it now, so those who want to snatch it can do so early. Otherwise, you'll spend the rest of your lives coveting it without ever getting the chance."
After reaching the seventh tribulation of the third meridian, the duration of creating origin in a single meridian had already lengthened. Now, after killing three Nine Tribulation liches, I still had not reached the limit. Killing a few more weaker ones should not be a problem. Since I had the chance to establish my might now, I had to do it, or things would become troublesome once I was petrified.
I opened my mouth, and the Bloodrage Golden Lotus quickly flew out