Lu Xiaotian directly tossed the jade thumb ring and black finger ring into the barrier. Though storage artifacts used by Nascent Soul Cultivators could display one's status when worn on the hand, he had a barrier within his body, and storage bags were mostly just decoration to him. Naturally, Lu Xiaotian would not wear them simply to flaunt his status and needlessly draw attention, as that ran contrary to his original intentions.
After putting everything away, Lu Xiaotian looked at the two fallen corpses and sighed inwardly. No matter how high one's cultivation, there would always come a day when dust returned to dust and earth to earth. Perhaps their present fate would one day become a reflection of his own.
His aptitude was mediocre, yet with extraordinary perseverance and abundant resources, few cultivators of his age could compare to him. Of course, this also owed much to his many fortuitous encounters; sometimes, opportunities were even more important than talent. But Lu Xiaotian's experiences had also been far more perilous than those of others. Having survived several brushes with death, he had relied not only on strength and persistence, but also on a measure of luck.
Yet Lu Xiaotian did not know how long such luck would last. It had been the same when he escaped from Dark Nightmare Ghost King this time. Even now, recalling it left him with lingering fear. Last time, he had nearly been killed by the Misty Sword Embryo; this time, he had been saved because of it. The twists of fate were truly wondrous.
Lu Xiaotian glanced at the two corpses, stretched out his hand, and struck forward from afar with his palm. With a boom, the ground was blasted open by his powerful palm force, leaving a large pit. He flicked out two