After laying down hundreds—nearly a thousand—Explosive Jade Talismans in the Talisman Crafting Hall, Ling Tian feared others would notice something amiss. He did not head toward the Spirit Stone Hall but instead blended into the crowd, looking as though he had been drawn in by the battle.
After Po Qiong said those strange words, Ling Tian was completely at a loss. He knew few people among the Human Race. The only ones powerful enough to help him were Wu De and Linglong Immortal Fairy, but neither of them would openly make an enemy of Ten Thousand Swords Cliff. Thinking it over, Ling Tian still could not figure out why Po Qiong had sounded so certain.
He shook his head and turned his attention to the battlefield. Since Po Qiong had said there was a good chance they could kill two Loose Immortal clones, Ling Tian trusted him and did not doubt it. His worries vanished.
Time passed bit by bit. In the blink of an eye, half an incense stick had burned away.
The experts within Ten Thousand Swords Cliff suddenly felt a deep, foreboding shudder. Before they could find out why, a thunderous boom rang out, loud as a bolt from the blue. One deafening blast followed another. With every explosion, a terrifying aura spread, and violent waves of energy swept through the area.
The Ten Thousand Swords Cliff disciples turned toward the sound in utter horror, then froze on the spot. They had witnessed a scene they would never forget: a mushroom-shaped cloud of black smoke rose from the direction of the Talisman Crafting Hall. The very space there twisted violently, and a massive Space Rift appeared. Violent energy rampaged through the area, and the chain reaction tore the rift wider and wider until a black hole spanning