"Is that a Daoist art from White Bone Mountain?"
"Yes. White Palm, one of their three supreme arts. It severs vitality and extinguishes yang essence."
"What about the other side?"
"I can't tell, but one thing is certain—it was overwhelmingly tyrannical, ferocious to the extreme, as though the tide of heaven itself were crashing down. It's my first time seeing such a domineering Daoist art."
"Why would a White Bone Mountain Golden Core come to a place like this?"
"Who knows?"
"What do we do?"
"Report it to Heavenly Corpse Mountain. Nothing useful was left at the scene, and this involves White Bone Mountain. Let's see what the higher-ups say first."
"Mm!"
After confirming that no clues had been left behind, the Golden Core elder of the Heavenly Corpse Sect personally sealed off the area and swiftly reported the intelligence.
Elsewhere, Li Su moved swiftly.
With the Formless Demon Art operating at full force, leaving Luo Zhenchuan's territory was a matter of minutes for him.
Without making a sound, he crossed the territories of two True Disciples before finally stopping.
He was in no hurry to find another village. After such a major incident, the Heavenly Corpse Sect was almost certainly not going to remain peaceful.
Unfortunately, the Heavenly Corpse Sect was protected by a grand formation, and he had little confidence in breaking through it. Otherwise, leaving the Heavenly Corpse Sect directly would have been the best choice.
So, he planned to find a place with good feng shui and lie low for a while.
He happened to have gained quite a few things, and he had also learned a new cultivation art. Even if he lay low, it would not be a waste of time.
At that thought, Li Su could not help feeling thoroughly unlucky.
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