"Are you searching for the Primordial Dharma Form?"
"It seems that anomaly is preparing for the road ahead."
The mysterious silhouette raised a hand and waved, drawing boundless auras together within the palace.
Then, an illusory scene appeared before his eyes.
It showed everything that had happened in the past, and he watched in silence.
Though Li Qing never appeared within it, in his eyes, it was as though he could see a person who did not exist.
Everything this person had done was being calculated by him, reconstructed in an illusory form.
"He can control Anomalies, making them defy their instinctive reverence and attack higher-ranked Anomalies."
"It seems he possesses a powerful spell for mental control."
"He crossed the entire battlefield in an instant and did not immediately die even under the influence of an empty-rank Anomaly's power. This escape art is formidable."
"He must have used some kind of incarnation spell, which is why he was unafraid of such fatal damage."
"Every one of this person's spells is unheard of. He truly deserves to be called an anomaly."
"I'm becoming more and more interested in the treasure in your hands. It should be something from another domain, a treasure capable of touching the essence of the world."
At that moment, the silhouette looked toward Heavenly Gang Master. "What a pity. He would have made excellent ingredients."
With a flick of his finger, an invisible wind seemed to sweep through the entire grotto-heaven in the next instant.
Everything turned to ash. Nothing could retain its original form.
Death and destruction became the only theme.
After merely a few breaths, the flesh-and-blood grotto-heaven had become a world resembling the end of days.
Gray ash carpeted the earth, while the magnificent palace had long since vanished.
Only an invisible silhouette remained,