Legacy of the Elder Witches

Duanmu Qiuche's chances of breaking through had never been high. Even if his resolve collapsed and he failed to reach the next realm, it would be no surprise.

At worst, the Confucian School would lose a Celestial Phenomenon Realm powerhouse, weakening its voice at court. The consequences would certainly not reach Fang Xun.

But if Li Shun told the truth about Lu Tinglan's armor and spoiled Emperor Gan's enjoyment of the spectacle—

Whether it would provoke the emperor's thunderous wrath was almost beside the point. If that Heaven and Earth Realm emperor truly turned his gaze on Li Shun, he had little confidence he could keep the secret of Square Inch Space before such overwhelming power.

Besides, if this body of mine gets trapped inside the Imperial Tomb Burial Mound...

Then Duanmu Qiuche dies. So be it.

His mind was made up. But how to carry the heavy armor back had become a thorny problem.

The mere touch of his fingertips had left his body trembling at the vision of the Witch God. Inside the Imperial Tomb Burial Mound, he could not call upon Reason. Little different from an ordinary man, Li Shun had no hope of carrying the armor back to Elder Mu alone.

After a moment's thought, his gaze returned to the branch that had shown him the way.

He gripped it and, in a flash of inspiration, pointed its rough tip toward the [Wu Peng Armor] on the ground.

In an instant, the layers of sinister black mist coiling around the armor scattered without a trace, as though crushed by an absolute power.

Then the lifeless armor came apart on its own as if it were alive. Its pieces of dark-iron plate clanged together as they fitted themselves snugly around Li Shun.

*So the Wu Peng Armor