The Flaw That Could Never Be Mended

"Because of this matter, the mysterious Black Hand has acted too many times."

"Every time it acted, whether it left traces or not, it only kept proving one thing to me."

"There is something wrong with these ten people. Though I don't know which one it is, that is enough."

"There is only one thing left to do."

"Capture them all."

"Have Demon Blood Lady hurry things along. I'll make a trip there myself as well."

"To see just who this mysterious caster of the Supreme Dao Foundation is, and what sort of bearing they possess."

Yuan Zhihui's eyes gleamed with intense interest.

He was actually very curious about how the Supreme Dao Foundation had been forged.

Could someone in this world truly merge numerous Dao Lineages into one body? It was simply inconceivable.

Many people harbored this question, so this was destined to be a day when the winds and clouds converged.

Time turned back to the present, inside Li Qing's room.

He was sleeping quietly.

A figure appeared soundlessly outside his room.

A faint layer of wondrous ripples surrounded the figure, merging him with the darkness itself.

Even those watching Li Qing outside failed to notice his existence.

The shadow passed through the sealed door and silently entered the room.

The figure remained hidden in the darkness, as though no gaze could detect his presence.

Very soon, the figure arrived at Li Qing's bedside, a pair of dangerous eyes fixed upon him.

A talisman paper appeared in the shadow's hand, and he gently pressed it onto Li Qing's forehead.

A faint, wondrous darkness covered his entire body. He seemed to turn illusory, as though he were becoming darkness.

A wondrous puppet fell from the shadow's hand.

The puppet flickered slightly and sank directly into Li Qing's body beneath