Li Zhōujūn had placed a clone on Li Yiran. Naturally, he would sense whenever she encountered danger.
However, Li Zhōujūn was not worried about the little girl.
After all, his clone could go Fifty-Fifty with any powerful expert.
He merely needed to see whether the clone could handle the matter. Even with the ability to go Fifty-Fifty, the clone could only maintain it for a short while. After that, it would dissipate.
If the clone could not handle it, he would have to use the skill Teleport Ten Thousand Miles given by the system to reach the destination.
The scene shifted.
The scene returned to Huanxian Mountain.
At that moment, Elder Gan's enormous palm was already descending upon the whole of Huanxian Mountain.
Qin Emperor felt a surge of powerlessness well up inside her.
Although the difference between a Ninth-Rank Second-Realm Immortal Emperor and a Ninth-Rank Immortal Emperor was only one realm, it was like the difference between clouds and mud—an uncrossable gulf.
Perhaps Huanxian Mountain was destined to vanish today.
But Qin Emperor did not regret it. After all, her goal all these years had been to reforge her close friend's Imperial body.
They had been on the verge of succeeding, only to have someone else snatch away the fruits of victory and leave them with nothing but wasted effort. That feeling was even more painful than death.
Just as Qin Emperor closed her eyes and prepared to face death with dignity,
a green light flashed across Li Yiran's body. A streak of green radiance shot into the sky and transformed into the figure of a young man in green robes. With merely a raised hand, he effortlessly caught Elder Gan's world-shrouding palm.
Qin Emperor, who had been waiting for the giant palm to descend for a long time,