Minglan Red Flame Fruit

"Hoo."

Lei Zhan's figure flickered, as if a trail of shadows followed in his wake.

Those shadows seemed to exist between the illusory and the real; one moment they were as fragile as bubbles, popping at the slightest touch, and the next, they appeared as true, flesh-and-blood beings, circling Lei Zhan like clones.

In an instant, Lei Zhan crossed the vast distance and appeared at the spot where the red-robed Daoist Yanming had perished.

The shattered void around him was slowly mending and healing. Lei Zhan swept his gaze across the area, then waved his hand, collecting all the Dharma treasures left behind after Daoist Yanming's soul had dissipated.

As for Daoist Yanming's true body and the treasures it carried, they had already been secured by his Second Primordial Spirit while Lei Zhan was still in the deeper dimensions of time and space.

"Swish."

Just then, a streak of light flew rapidly from the distance toward the patch of void where Lei Zhan stood.

"Master." Tianqingzi flew directly before Lei Zhan, a lingering trace of shock in his eyes.

"Mm." Lei Zhan looked at Tianqingzi and nodded indifferently. "Daoist Yanming is dead. It is time for us to leave Tianmu Holy City."

"Understood." Tianqingzi nodded.

"Next..." Lei Zhan looked at Tianqingzi and transmitted his voice, "Next, we will hunt down the Third Step and Fourth Step Dao Lords of the Eternal Race to fulfill Emperor Qianbu's kill order."

"I do not wish for a repeat of this time, where you couldn't even fend off your own enemy and ended up needing me, your master, to save you."

Strictly speaking, Lei Zhan had been nothing more than the "innocent bystander" caught in the crossfire of this life-and-death struggle with Daoist Yanming—it was entirely unnecessary trouble.

He hadn't even needed to use