Third Rank Martial Artists possessed extremely powerful regenerative abilities.
But...
Zeng Anmin looked at the shattered corpses strewn across the ground, put away the giant axe in his hand, and returned it to his Sea of Consciousness Space.
Two or three jin of internal organs lay to the east, several ounces of eyeballs to the west.
Brain matter dripped in the south, while a long spear had fallen in the north.
The stench of blood saturated his nostrils.
"I thought this would trigger the Last Reserve, but instead I awakened the Time Domain..."
"If you can still regenerate after this, then you're damn impressive."
Zeng Anmin glanced at Ji Qing's corpse and casually stored the spear on the ground beside him in the Preparation Space.
Looking at the minced flesh scattered everywhere, Zeng Anmin searched through it bit by bit with meticulous care.
After a long while, his brows furrowed.
"No Mustard Seed Space?"
"Then how am I supposed to find the Xi Huang Diagram?"
"I need to leave and find Huzi first. No one can know I was the one who killed Ji Qing; otherwise, there's no way to explain the method I used to kill him."
In an instant, Zeng Anmin sorted out his thoughts. He took one last look at the chunks of flesh covering the ground, then headed in another direction.
About a quarter of an hour after he left.
A figure flashed into existence in the sky.
Wang Dong, a Second Rank Ancestor, slowly descended.
A short blade rested in his hand.
"Third Rank Martial Artists fought here."
When his gaze fell upon that heap of shredded flesh, a look of astonishment appeared on his face.
"Ji Qing?"
"Why was he here?"
"Who killed him?"
West Mountain.
Zeng Anmin searched for a long