All three gazes brimmed with bone-deep hatred, fury, and madness.
The three heads were each different. One bore the face of a breathtakingly beautiful woman, radiating nobility, icy aloofness, and majesty.
One was a mighty middle-aged man, his face covered in golden beard, his skin and even his pupils golden, like a golden statue filled with majesty and sanctity.
The last was covered in a white beard, his face full of wrinkles, his skin slightly darkened, his entire form permeated with sinister, dark, vicious auras.
They almost spoke in unison, their voices low. "Immortal. He has appeared again."
"Kill him. We must kill him!" The three faces spoke with the same voice, neither male nor female. Even their will seemed to be an amalgamation of countless wills.
A pure force rose from their bodies, a force that seemed to have been formed from endless dark resentment.
Within it were mechanism fluctuations, as well as an unknown mighty power entirely different from mechanisms, like the raging current of an era.
This force descended through the omnipresent mysterious Network, appearing out of thin air where Li Qing's Immortal incarnation was.
Li Qing's Immortal incarnation was still sensing the changes outside when he suddenly detected an irresistible, terrifying force appearing in the darkness around him.
His expression changed wildly. He realized that this force had already sealed off the surroundings—escape was no longer possible.
Without the slightest hesitation, the six Great Dao Fruits within him abruptly collapsed, vanishing from his heart along with his fundamental consciousness.
At the border of the Eternal Deadlands stood one of Li Qing's projections—the relay projection.
The six Dao Fruits within his fundamental consciousness silently emerged, and this projection instantly transformed into a real incarnation.
His face was filled with horror as he looked into the Eternal Deadlands.