At the summit of Tiantaishan.
Lu Chuan descended from the sky and stopped atop the cracked mountain, his gaze so dark it seemed water might drip from it.
"The consciousness of an ancient mighty one... That damn thing really was a mighty one reincarnated..."
Lu Chuan muttered to himself, sharp gleams flickering through his eyes.
That consciousness deep in Gu Shentong's divine soul was extremely ancient; nine times out of ten, it belonged to an ancient mighty one.
It was precisely because of that old fellow that his Soul Search had failed.
Fortunately, it was not as if he had gained nothing at all.
At the very least, he had intercepted a portion of Gu Shentong's informational memories.
"Xuan Yang Sect... Vice Sect Master Lin Tingtao..."
Lu Chuan murmured to himself, and a surge of killing intent burst forth in his heart.
This was the only useful piece of information Lu Chuan had obtained from Gu Shentong's memories.
That Divine Envoy of the Worship God Cult was actually Xuan Yang Sect's First Vice Sect Master, Lin Tingtao—an existence whose prestige within Xuan Yang Sect had even gradually begun to overshadow the Xuan Yang Sect Master himself.
Thoughts flickered through his mind.
Lu Chuan raised a hand, and a Terrifying devouring power immediately erupted, forcibly sucking over a Broken Stone Mirror hanging in midair.
It was precisely that Ancient Dao Tool, the Tianlan Mirror.
The moment Gu Shentong's fleshly body shattered, this thing had been forcibly confined in midair by Lu Chuan with the power of the Soul Suppressing Demon Smiting Bell.
Buzz...
The stone mirror fell into his hand and immediately struggled violently.
Surges of tyrannical power slammed outward, trying to break through Lu Chuan's confinement.
"Be quiet for me..."
Lu Chuan snorted coldly, and with a clench of his