Li Zhōujūn was not worried that Snow Zhi might face mortal danger during her trial, because his clone was more than capable of keeping her safe.
So Li Zhōujūn sat down against the wall and dozed off.
A long time passed.
Just as Li Zhōujūn was napping, a ripple came through the void.
A figure in black robes stepped out of the void and arrived before Li Zhōujūn.
Beneath the black robe was an ordinary young man's face.
"Really asleep?" The black-robed young man stood before Li Zhōujūn and frowned at him. "When you two came to the Taxian Realm, I thought you were an expert. I didn't even dare eavesdrop on your conversation and could only painstakingly conceal every trace of my aura. Now it seems I was worrying over nothing."
Immediately afterward, the black-robed young man's gaze fell upon the mural, where Snow Zhi was currently challenging the trial.
"Heh heh, my bitter wait of tens of thousands of years was not in vain. Someone from the Kirin Clan really did come." The black-robed young man chuckled. "This secret realm can prevent cultivators below the Eternal Twelfth Stage from forcing their way in. Once she comes out, I'll kill her and use her blood to enter this secret realm and take away the Kirin Heart that powers it."
As he spoke, the black-robed young man looked at Li Zhōujūn and smiled faintly. "As for you, I'll send you on your way right now."
As soon as his voice fell, the black-robed young man raised two fingers. The power of the Eternal Eleventh Stage gathered between them as he thrust one finger toward the center of Li Zhōujūn's brow.
With a thunderous boom, the black-robed young man's finger, filled with terrifying power, struck the center of Li Zhōujūn's brow—yet