The cold wind wailed mournfully.
The child slowly lowered his head. His tiny fingers rose and gently closed around the cold throwing knife that had pierced his heart.
The blade was soaked in warm blood. For an ordinary person, this was already a grievous wound enough to be fatal.
Yet judging from the child's tranquil expression, it seemed no more serious than getting a wooden splinter in his finger.
His five fingers tightened slightly, and he steadily pulled out the throwing knife.
A wisp of ethereal, pure azure immortal qi seeped from the wound. In an instant, the fatal hole through his chest vanished without a trace.
Then, from his sleeve, he took out the talisman paper that those Flying Deer Sect disciples had given him as a toy.
He could see the countless threads of Karma tangled upon that talisman paper.
In an instant, all Karma was reduced to ashes.
The thin talisman paper weathered away inch by inch, turning into countless tiny flecks of ash. They swept across the scorched earth of the Central Region, a landscape of utter devastation; pierced through the perpetual gloomy haze; crossed mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, through seas turned to fields...
At last, an infinitesimal speck of dust drifted down and fell lightly into a crude teacup.
The young man in a grayish-white robe looked with pale golden eyes at that tiny grain of dust in the teacup before him, his expression entirely unruffled.
Because at this very moment, all his attention was focused on the words spoken by the mysterious expert who had just sat down before him.
"What are your conditions?"
Yin Ji asked.
"Among all the heavens and lands, the Immortal Origin Land is merely one of them. Governing a single realm of heaven and earth is