Traveling alongside these low-level cultivators gave the severed arm a feeling of returning to the days when it had still been in the Spirit Void or Spirit Transformation Realm. Though the severed arm was controlled only by Lu Xiaotian's secondary Primordial Spirit, the experiences of roaming far and wide with his main body back then still remained.
Occasionally mingling among these low-level cultivators, that strange sense of familiarity amid unfamiliarity was exceedingly rare. It seemed that his state of mind had gained another inexplicable layer of insight into cultivation.
A green-robed woman traveling with them flicked out a finger, sending a crystal-clear pearl like a snowflake drifting into the void. It vanished into the ice and snow.
The leopard demon with horns growing from its head, the brocade rat demon, the slovenly old man, and the others each used their own methods to pursue and surround the Thousand-Heart Ice Civet.
Among them were three Spirit Void cultivators whose strength was roughly equal, while the other four were in the Spirit Transformation Stage. The Thousand-Heart Ice Civet was not particularly strong, but its speed was astonishing, and it was exceedingly rare, seldom appearing in the regions around the Ice-Thunder Grotto. For ordinary cultivators, capturing one was by no means easy.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, quickly, cut off that demon civet! Don't let it escape!" Seeing the Thousand-Heart Ice Civet hurtling toward the severed arm at an astonishing speed, the slovenly old man, the brocade rat demon, and the others called out anxiously one after another.
The scholar manifested by the severed arm raised a palm and caught a triangular banner. The banner billowed in the wind as he stirred it through the void. More than a dozen strong winds intertwined, forming a gigantic vortex. The vortex carried a strange suction force, and