Soul Reaper, Song Shutao.
Once he learned the other party's identity, Jiang Qiao suddenly understood.
The abyss Jiang Qiao had been endlessly falling through apparently wasn't a Ghost Domain, nor a Supernatural Space, nor a passage connected to some eerie place. This was the deepest part of the mind!
He slightly raised his gaze and looked toward the terrifying object that was faintly visible in the Dark Void opposite him.
At this moment.
He finally knew what it was.
"I worried for so long, afraid of attracting its attention, only to find that I'd completely wasted my time." He gave a self-mocking smile, a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes.
Now that he no longer had to worry about the consequences, there was no need to prepare so cautiously.
That old thing outside had been unleashing ultimate moves and introducing himself, putting on quite a lively show as if he had Jiang Qiao completely in the bag. Even the Thunder Spirit was almost dissipating.
Although it could be recondensed, that would still take some time. It might not make it in time for Fishbone Temple to open.
"I'm done wasting my breath on you. I'm sending you on your way!"
Killing intent appeared on Jiang Qiao's face.
The next second.
A somewhat illusory, dark-red pair of scissors appeared in his hand.
"Fate Weaver!"
A tailor used fabric as raw material, while a fate weaver used fate as raw material. A stretch of fate was a bolt of cloth, a garment. With proper cutting and mending, it would take on a brand-new color!
"Old thing, I said you'd drop gold coins, so you have to drop gold coins!"
A series of Supernatural Attacks erupted simultaneously on the Thunder Spirit, along with four or five terrifying curses targeting the mind.