A faint, formless ripple appeared in each of those places that had been utterly destroyed.
But the ripples seemed unable to find anywhere to gather. They drifted aimlessly.
Perhaps one day they would converge and trigger some unknown, mysterious event.
Meanwhile, the commotion caused by summoning the Battle Soul Puppets drew the attention of several people.
Yuan Zhihui looked grave. "Li Qing has made another move."
"This time, he summoned four mysterious puppets. What exactly is he trying to do?"
"Four mysterious puppets are the equivalent of four Tribulation Realm cultivators. He now has the power to storm the headquarters of any Dao Lineage."
Contemplation flickered in Yuan Zhihui's eyes, but he did not believe Li Qing would truly dare attack a Dao Lineage.
That would be no different from courting death. Anyone who thought a handful of Tribulation Realm cultivators could take a Dao Lineage's headquarters was a fool.
Every Dao Lineage headquarters was heavily guarded. Some even held arrangements left by Immortal Realm cultivators. Once unleashed, those forces could overturn everything and suppress any cultivator below the Immortal Realm.
The Dao Lineages of the Six Paths and Eight Immortals had endured to this day without ever facing danger precisely because of what those Immortal Realm cultivators had left behind.
The Dao Lineages embodied their will and were also what they harvested. Naturally, they had gone to great lengths to ensure those seeds survived.
Yuan Zhihui might not know the whole picture, but he knew how powerful a Dao Lineage's headquarters was.
"Why summon four Tribulation Realm cultivators now? Is there something else he intends to do?"
"At present, two matters are most urgent for him. The first is gathering Primordial Dharma Forms."
"The second is defeating his own fated tribulation."
"If he wants to gain the greatest and