Qin He froze where he stood, his gaze locked tightly onto that glazed-colored figure high in the sky.
That face truly belonged to Bai Liuli.
The curve of the brows, the lines of the jaw, even that trace of indifference in the eyes when they lowered slightly—everything was exactly the same as the Bone Corpse Leader of the Eastern Land back then.
Even the figure and bearing held an indescribable resemblance, as though Bai Liuli had shed a mortal body and become the present-day titan of the Bone Dao.
How was this possible?
Long Qingyun had said that Bone Liuli had been famous for thousands of years, a Demonic Path patriarch who had lived for countless ages. Back then, even when the Divine Court dispatched three High Gods, they had failed to keep him.
Yet Bai Liuli was merely a leader Qin He had brought out of the Eastern Land a hundred years ago. At the time, the cultivation realm had still been shallow. Even if a hundred years had seen heaven-defying fate-changing, it had been absolutely impossible to grow from the leader of one faction into an existence capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with a High God.
Was it a coincidence?
Or was there some unknown connection between the two?
Countless thoughts flashed through Qin He's mind, yet he could not sort them out.
Just as he was lost in thought, a great battle suddenly erupted high above.
There were no needless words, no probing moves. Bone Liuli raised a hand, and a thread of Glazed Dao Principle condensed at the fingertips. It appeared gentle, yet carried the force to crush everything as it struck toward the High God's golden radiance.
The High God remained calm. Golden light stirred around the body as an Order Law poured down,