The Dragon Lord

Celestial Pivot Palace.

The darkness dispersed, leaving only several Purple Mansion spirit treasures scattered across the ground.

The countless streams of golden qi and firelight—all vanished in an instant, turning into a vast expanse of whiteness—

Streams of immortal qi overflowed from nowhere, mingling with the radiance of the Purple Mansion spirit treasures and painting the void in a riot of colors.

"Sure enough—I'm still best at fighting above my level."

"And using the suppression of ghosts and gods to search his soul—I gained quite a lot. At the very least, I can impersonate Jin De's perfected Purple Mansion in the future—"

Fang Qing chuckled and withdrew his divine ability from Sangji. As for these Purple Mansion spirit treasures, Sangji would naturally put them away.

Then, through the connection between Jiumoluojie and the sole secret of his true body, using the Lord of the Charnel Ground Human-Skin Thangka as a medium, the Dao Birth Pearl's power descended upon him without limit.

"World-Honored One above—"

Within Fine Forest Palace, the Great Dharma King Jiumoluojie pressed his palms together. His face was covered by a white-bone evil ghost mask, while a Buddhist staff and a string of bone prayer beads appeared in his hands.

"Who exactly—are you?"

White Ze's voice sounded by Fang Qing's ear. "You are absolutely not the Void-Dark Baleful Earth Earl. Which True Lord are you? No—even a True Lord could not elevate an envoy across a Grotto-Heaven—you, your true body has already arrived within Mysterious Void Heaven?"

Black Ze's voice carried respect, even a faint trace of ingratiation.

He no longer sounded like the former, extremely violent personality. Instead, it seemed that he had been so frightened that White Ze's personality had taken control.

After all, everything Fang Qing had done was simply too horrifying.

"Take a guess—"