Meanwhile, at Lingjiu Mountain's Yuanjue Cave.
Deep within the Cave Abode, dense gray death energy churned and gathered.
Before long, the illusory image of an ancient, weathered coffin gradually appeared, its spiritual light dim.
The image solidified, transforming into Randeng's Dao Body.
Only, compared to his previous severe injuries, Randeng now carried an even greater weakness—the emptiness of his very source.
His life-saving divine ability had helped him escape alive, but it had also cost him a small portion of his source and shaken his Dao foundation.
It would take a long span of time, nourished by rare spiritual treasures, before he could make up for it.
"Mystic Turtle! Xuantian! Born from moisture and eggs! You rabble covered in fur and wearing armor! How dare you bully me like this! Steal my Spirit Treasure and damage my Dao foundation! This hatred cannot share the same sky!"
Randeng collapsed onto the prayer mat, his eyes filled with venom and hatred.
Xuantian had made no attempt to hide his killing intent, nor his determination to obtain the Qiankun Ruler.
If Randeng had not acted decisively and used his divine ability, he feared that by now he would already have died and disappeared, his True Spirit gone onto the list!
Losing a little of his source could still be made up for by thinking of some method;
but if he ended up on the Investiture of the Gods List, then he would truly become another's servant, his immortal path utterly ruined.
He had left the mountain only to not merely lose the Qiankun Ruler, but fail to even keep the Lingjiu Lamp, and on top of that, suffer damage to his source.
It could truly be called failing to steal the chicken and losing the rice used to lure it.
Thinking of this,