He knew how to cultivate the Zhi Fou Realm, but he didn't know what came after it. Perhaps the answer was here. If Mr. Guansheng destroyed the place, he might destroy Lu Yin's chance as well. And if Mr. Guansheng saw him, there was a good chance he'd attack.
But if the Dried Corpse could capture Mr. Guansheng and make him join the others in prayer, Lu Yin would be thrilled. The Sixth Continent would be rid of a powerful enemy.
Should he go in or not? That was the question.
Mr. Guansheng stood where he was for a long time, but still didn't move.
Lu Yin was disappointed. It seemed Mr. Guansheng had no intention of coming over.
Just then, a gust of wind blew past, kicking up dust from the ground and revealing the blood-red bell Lu Yin had dropped.
Mr. Guansheng spotted it. His gaze sharpened, and he took a step toward it, then another.
Lu Yin blinked, growing anxious. Was this guy going to take his blood-red bell? It was a lifesaving treasure, and a symbol of his identity, too. The more Lu Yin thought about it, the more anxious he got, but there was nothing he could do.
Mr. Guansheng walked up to the blood-red bell, bent down, and picked it up.
Lu Yin stared, wide-eyed. Don't pick it up. Don't pick it up. Don't pick it up...
No matter how hard Lu Yin prayed, Mr. Guansheng eventually touched the blood-red bell. Lu Yin's heart sank. His precious treasure was gone.
The instant Mr. Guansheng touched the blood-red bell, the Rune Technology ruins underwent a dramatic change. The praying Dried Corpse vanished, then appeared directly behind Mr. Guansheng and reached out to grab him.
Mr. Guansheng's gaze turned cold. He Imprinted the Martial Ancestor, and