With a single light strike, the God-Striking Whip was done, flicked its sleeve, and returned to Li Shun's body.
As for the Cold Mountain Soul, it froze completely in place, as though encased in ice.
It did not move at all.
"Just now, did one of the dim sigils on the God-Striking Whip light up again?"
The God-Striking Whip had moved too quickly, and Li Shun was not certain whether what he had seen had been an illusion.
Though the Cold Mountain Soul had taken a strike from the God-Striking Whip, it still stood before him. Li Shun did not dare let down his guard.
He brought forth the Myriad Treasures Furnace and dropped it over the Cold Mountain Soul's head.
A flash of splendor passed, and the Cold Mountain Soul was taken into the furnace without the slightest ability to resist.
As for the beast skeleton that had pounced at them earlier, it had shattered into pieces the instant the Cold Mountain Soul was struck by the God-Striking Whip.
"Was it... really this easy?" Li Shun stared at the Purple-Gold Alchemy Furnace in his hand, his heart filled with a sense of unreality.
"Could that have been just an avatar it released?" The suppression had gone too smoothly, and Li Shun instinctively grew suspicious.
But right afterward, an astonishing sight appeared across the lands of Bing Province.
The Mutated Cold Mountain Grass scattered throughout every corner of the plain suddenly began swaying without wind, emitting a faint blue glow as it moved.
Like stars upon the earth.
They hungrily competed to absorb the moonlight shining down from the cold moon above, growing continuously at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Li Shun watched the scene thoughtfully. "The Cold Mountain Soul, the endpoint of the Cold Mountain Grass's evolutionary