A warning on the journey home

Chen Chuan slowly put away the Snow Monarch Blade, and the spiritual light flame surging around him gradually settled.

At that moment, the water suspended in the night sky collapsed with a rumble. Swept up by the surrounding air currents, it broke into clouds of mist and droplets that poured down, forming a heavy rain over the island.

As the rain fell toward him, a rising current of heated air pushed it away from his body.

He glanced up at the sky. The water-blue spiritual fire that had been within the water was now drifting apart, turning into specks of fluorescence that lit up the night sky with a dazzling glow.

The man he had defeated possessed a remarkably distinct and condensed spiritual fire. Even without his conscious control, it could remain cohesive for a short time, suggesting that his cultivation might already have been very close to the longevity observation realm.

Had Chen Chuan not brought him down in a single burst, once the man entered the sea, the fight might have become a prolonged battle of attrition. In that case, he might truly have failed to stop him from escaping.

He turned the blade, held it behind his back, and slowly walked toward Takoda, who lay there with wisps of platinum light rising from his chest.

When Chen Chuan reached him, he looked down. The man's cultivated mutated tissue was unexpectedly solid and resilient, and something seemed to have absorbed part of the damage, preventing that strike from killing him outright.

He then noticed a broken little pendant on the man's chest. It looked like a twisted horn, only about the size of a finger. It appeared to be a Lost Object, and was probably what had saved him.

His assessment was correct. This was a Lost Object