When Wondrous Form leaped back into the crown of his head, Ling Qing flicked the Wanhua Whisk in his hand, sending two streaks of azure light onto the pair.
This Wanhua Whisk was his life-bound treasure, painstakingly refined as the vessel with which he would one day attain the Dao.
It could grow along with his strength and realm.
He was now a three-tribulation Earth Immortal, with strength comparable to a Heavenly Immortal.
This magic treasure had likewise risen with the tide, transforming into a spirit treasure.
It could wield every spell and divine ability Ling Qing knew.
As the two streaks of azure light fell upon them, Zao Ya and Lang Xi opened their eyes and sprang up.
The instant they saw Ling Qing, they wanted to attack again.
Yet the moment the two gathered their strength, flowers of every color bloomed all over their bodies.
Amid the fragrance of a hundred flowers, their bodies went limp, and they collapsed onto the ground.
"Where did a shaman like you come from?" Zao Ya asked, struggling to raise his head.
It was not impossible for new spirit shamans to rise in the vicinity, but there could never be one who could so easily defeat the two of them the moment he advanced.
"Looking at your methods, I'm afraid they aren't shamanic arts, are they?" Lang Xi narrowed his eyes. "They look more like the methods of a qi cultivator."
At his words, Zao Ya suddenly understood. "So that's it."
He then snorted coldly. "Hmph, your thief's heart still hasn't died.
"The foundation of us humans lies in shamans. Only shamans can lead humanity to dominate this stretch of heaven and earth.
"Driving all the wild gods and savage beasts far away, rather than qi cultivators like you who kowtow to