Jiang Siming had already been through far too many unexpected incidents like this, and he had gradually grown numb and resistant to them.
Just as the Headless Knight and Jiang Siming unleashed their ultimate moves at each other, one hundred Level 9 Fixed-Station Soul Tools arrived right on time.
In an instant, terrifying energy tore through the surrounding space, forming a dreadful spatial rift that swept the Headless Knight, Jiang Siming, and the Bone Altar all inside.
Yet now, aside from endless chaos, there was not even a single hair around Jiang Siming.
"Don't tell me this was arranged too?" Jiang Siming said with a smile. These words were clearly meant for the Ancient King inside his body.
The Ancient King did not answer Jiang Siming's question, and Jiang Siming did not press him either. After all, if even such an unexpected accident within an accident could be arranged, then what was the point of him being alive?
Jiang Siming did not know whether he was unwilling to believe it, or whether he truly did not believe it in his heart.
"I'd better find the way back first!" Jiang Siming shook his head and stopped letting his thoughts run wild.
Jiang Siming opened his right hand. A small silver butterfly was lying in his palm. Its tiny wings, as thin as cicada wings, were carved with countless densely packed spatial runes!
That faint glow seemed to give this endless chaos a tiny light of hope.
"Little guy! Whether I can get back depends on you." Jiang Siming gently blew a breath toward the small silver butterfly.
The small butterfly condensed from spatial runes seemed to have just woken up, stretching its wings before finally floating up lightly.
The small butterfly first circled Jiang Siming a few times, as if telling