The Heavenly Palace's sacrifice was not for Heaven, but for a king who wanted to become an immortal. More pitiful still, that king had been nothing more than a puppet. The Heavenly Palace was merely a bridal gown for someone else's cultivation and ascension. Ying Zheng may have been the most pitiful of all: in the end, even the Emperor's Aura inside him was stripped away, and his ghostly soul dissipated. The Human Skin covered in runes gradually turned to ash. In the end, it had all been for nothing, and even his descendants had been implicated.
Watching the Human Skin and ashes gradually disappear, Xu Fu said calmly, "The Mortal Realm is truly peculiar. The Heavenly Dao's suppression has deprived it of the opportunity to cultivate. But this peculiar Soul Power and this blood are excellent offerings. The spiritual energy gathered in the formation I constructed is peculiar even to me."
"I thought the best cultivation resources in this world were spirit fruits. I never expected that the blood of living beings and their pure Soul Power would be even better."
Ziyang raged, "You rotten bastard! How dare you treat living beings, treat humans, as cultivation resources!" As he spoke, he formed a rune in his hand and charged at Xu Fu.
A black fist came down from the sky and smashed into the ground where Ziyang had been standing. His protective barrier burst apart, and half his body was driven deep into the earth.
The Ghost King Bai Qi said calmly, "I'm your opponent. You're nothing but a primordial spirit."
Ziyang flew into a rage. He pointed a finger, sending out a beam like a ray of sunlight toward the Ghost King. With a puff, it pierced the Ghost King's shoulder.
"Child's play." The Ghost King didn't care