The Old Daoist Who Dared to Stand Up to Di Liuxin

Perhaps Lian Buyu would become the biggest laughingstock on either side.

Even in death, he wouldn't know peace—and who knew how long they'd keep mocking him?

By now, he had no strength left to curse. The vitality in his body had nearly run dry, and his once-cold face had become sallow and gaunt, his features almost unrecognizable.

As the stone platform rose, his vitality was drained even faster. Before long, he was nothing but a pile of dry bones. With a crisp crack, a top-tier powerhouse died in such a wretched, helpless way.

Wasn't that ridiculous?

Hanyu found it utterly ridiculous. For a powerhouse like that to die so miserably—surely he couldn't rest in peace!

"I think it's perfectly normal. Besides manifesting the Heavenly Dao Sect's sacred treasure, this thing has another purpose: to kill the other side's powerhouses. A thousand years of planning isn't ridiculous."

The Artifact Spirit shook its head.

If they still couldn't kill their opponents after all this, the Heavenly Dao Sect would be done for.

Hanyu was about to glance toward Di Liuxin, but the Artifact Spirit hurriedly stopped him.

"Don't look. He'll notice."

The other man's power was clearly on a different level from Chang Geng and the others. Who knew what other methods someone like him had?

Not looking was the safest choice.

Hanyu could only keep gazing up at the sky. The stone platform had now completely sunk into the formation. In an instant, heaven and earth shook, and auspicious clouds of colored light filled the sky, swiftly surrounding the lightning before it vanished without a trace.

Buzz!

The entire stone platform trembled for no apparent reason, as though it were shaking.

A moment later, a phantom slowly took shape beyond the heavens, winding around the platform.

The Star River!

A phantom