The river of time naturally had its enchanting ripples.
A single ripple of water spread, stirring the reflections of far too many people.
Lu Yan had already flown away long ago, vanishing silently. Only then, amid the dark ruins of the underground palace, did Zhang Linchuan suddenly open his mouth and spit out a shattered piece of viscera.
There was no expression on his face. He merely took out another handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.
If, now that the Life-less Cult was doomed to perish, he had truly resolved to kill others in pursuit of the Dao, then he should not have let Lu Yan go just now.
But Lu Yan was no ordinary Divine Presence cultivator. With his Innate Underworld Eye, he was no match for those powerful cultivators from minor Central Regions sects who had swarmed here at a single command from Mirror World Terrace, hoping to pick up easy gains.
Jing Kingdom wanted to eclipse Qi State's momentum and demonstrate its presence in this campaign to purge evil. The best way, naturally, was to wipe the Life-less Cult clean away with its own hands.
A Divine Presence prodigy from Jing Kingdom's Li Heavenly Mansion had hit it off at once with the Winged Ghost, whose courage had already been shattered. They gathered a great number of cultivators from minor sects, intending to play out a giant stone crushing an egg, an eagle pouncing on a hare—encircling and hunting Swallow Cloud Mountain. There were eleven Divine Presence cultivators among them!
After this battle, those minor sects would likely all be struck from the rolls.
If not for the awareness he had concealed within the Winged Ghost, if not because he had deliberately chosen to face this situation, if not because he