Shen Mo had seen that square jade pool and those treasure artifacts like jade pillars holding up the heavens before, within the lingering memory images left behind by Cao Ren's master, Xiang Shengtian.
The former had raised countless bizarre dragon beasts in its waters; it was undoubtedly the Dragon-Rearing Pool. The latter were clearly the pair of jade chopsticks that had plucked Xiang Shengtian away like a morsel when he resisted!
With these two signature treasures, the identity of the ill-intentioned visitor was practically written on the wall...
At once, Shen Mo poured his vast dharma power into the Myriad Dharma Dao Robe. With a shift of thought, radiant lotuses of karmic karma bloomed one after another, strange immortal rhythms circulating as they enveloped the place where the unwelcome guest hid.
Under the formidable effect of banning all dharmas, many of her spells and divine abilities that concealed her aura and tracks failed one after another. Her figure tumbled out of the void. She cast several escape arts in rapid succession before finally steadying herself with an immortal technique of an extremely high grade, avoiding a headlong plunge from the sky!
Only then did Shen Mo see her true appearance clearly.
Her features were quite delicate. Though she could not be called devastatingly beautiful, she exuded a heroic spirit that seized one's very soul.
Her petite frame was exquisitely proportioned. She wore neither splendid robes nor lavish feathered garments, merely a cicada-thin shirt and a scaled sash covering her vital parts. The skin exposed outside was not flawless as white jade like that of other female cultivators, but instead bore the complexion of a mortal woman who labored in the fields, brimming with life and vigor.
Her feet were bare as well. A delicate, adorable bronze bell was tied around