At the same time, Qin He, fleeing far away, felt that the sense of danger at his back had not lessened in the slightest. Instead, it was becoming ever clearer.
A High God had descended!
Qin He was almost certain. At the Saint Tier, the only one capable of posing a fatal, inescapable threat to him was a High God.
The Divine Punishment Department? Or the Merit Department?
Or perhaps the Realm Patrol Bureau?
Qin He could not be sure, but it had to be a High God personally dispatched by the Divine Court.
He had not even fled to a safe distance yet.
The methods of a High God were truly uncanny!
Throughout his cultivation journey, Qin He had always defied heaven and fought against the Dao. At the Dao Palace Realm, he had torn apart Divine Bridge Realm cultivators across realms; at the Divine Bridge Realm, he had faced Other Shore Realm opponents head-on without defeat. During the Other Shore Realm, he had even charged alone through the encirclement of three Saint Tier experts and withdrawn unhurriedly.
But against an Imperial Dao Realm cultivator face-to-face, he did not have even a tenth of a chance.
Existences at that realm had long stepped beyond the scope of cultivators battling one another.
The advancement methods beyond the Imperial Dao Realm had been veiled layer upon layer by Heavenly Secrets, with few inheritances throughout the ages. That alone revealed the terror of the High God realm.
Without the slightest hesitation, Qin He flicked his fingers, and a stack of talismans marked with dim patterns slid into his palm.
These were the Directed Shuttle Talismans he had accumulated over years of lying low. Every one of them had consumed priceless heavenly materials and earthly treasures, his trump cards for escaping certain death.