Yang Lingtian clearly felt that the bottleneck in his cultivation had loosened slightly once more.
Although he was still some distance away from breaking through to the Late Saint God Realm, this unexpected gain still left him quite satisfied.
"The essence of a Saint God Realm Peak expert really is a tremendous tonic." He murmured, a trace of satisfaction flashing through his eyes.
Then he flicked his finger.
"Sizzle!"
A wisp of pale-white flame rose from his fingertip, radiating a terrifying aura that could incinerate all things.
It was none other than the Chaos True Fire.
The Chaos True Fire landed on Gu Xuantong's corpse, which had lost all its life force and was now nothing more than a withered shell.
There was no violent blaze and no pungent smoke.
Gu Xuantong's corpse, along with the luxurious ritual robe symbolizing his status as a Supreme Elder,
silently turned into the most primordial nothingness beneath the enveloping Chaos True Fire.
After several breaths, aside from a few wisps of green smoke that had yet to disperse, not the slightest trace remained of Gu Xuantong ever having existed on the secret chamber floor.
Yang Lingtian nodded in satisfaction. This method of destroying the corpse and erasing all evidence was clean and decisive, leaving not the slightest flaw.
His gaze swept across the entire secret chamber. This was Gu Xuantong's long-established lair, filled with layers of restrictions and densely packed formations.
What he had previously crushed with one stomp was merely the outermost defensive formation and the thirteen-layer isolation formation Gu Xuantong had hastily activated.
The true core formations of the secret chamber remained intact.
With a thought, Yang Lingtian easily saw through the operating patterns and core hubs of these formations.
He formed hand seals with both hands, sending out one profound