After a long while, Pei Ling opened his eyes. Complex runes flickered briefly in his gaze, then vanished. He gave a slight nod. On his current path to immortality, momentum came first. He couldn't let the world truly forget that he had challenged the emperor of the Liulan Dynasty!
Otherwise, the fortune he could claim next would be woefully inadequate!
He had just used the Oblivion Law again to make the world forget the traces of his use of that immortal art...
Immediately afterward, Pei Ling stretched out his hand and abruptly seized at the air in one direction.
A cloud of gray-black smoke instantly pierced several bulkheads and was pulled into his palm from afar.
Pei Ling applied a little pressure. The cloud of smoke was crushed to pieces...
...The flying vessel, one of its cabins.
The Spirit Gathering Formation circulated, drawing in wisps of spiritual energy.
Smoke curled from the Golden Carved Flower Inlaid Gem Ruyi Incense Burner, filling the room and veiling the figures of four black-robed female cultivators in a hazy mist.
Beneath their hoods, all four women looked blank and dazed, completely unaware of their surroundings.
Suddenly, they snapped back to their senses.
Lin Hanyan, Chen Jingmeng, Zhao Juanjuan, and Shen Yinchen immediately warily surveyed their surroundings, only to discover that they were still aboard the same flying vessel as before.
The water mirror that had been suspended between them was gone.
Before the four female cultivators could figure out what had happened, their expressions suddenly turned confused. They had abruptly forgotten a stretch of their memories.
The next moment, they returned to normal, entirely unaware of the strange lapse.
"This is the flying vessel of Pei Ling, the Holy Son of Chongming Sect. That Demon is ruthless, greedy, and lecherous... He certainly won't let