Fang Shu stared fixedly into the formation. He had never expected that once the Dragon Qi emerged, it would produce such astonishing results.
One had to know that in his original estimation, even with Mount Lu's Fortune and the Daoist Dragon Qi layered together, this Goose Divine Immortal could at most have his magical power restrained.
After that, Fang Shu would still need to use the formation's various methods to wear him down properly before he could possibly finish the fellow off.
If his luck was poor, this Refining-Spirit Divine Immortal might unleash some divine ability, spell, or other Daoist art, shatter the formation outright, and force Fang Shu to flee in utter disarray, never to return here again.
After all, even now, the other party had yet to display any true divine power or wondrous art.
Still shaken, Fang Shu extended his divine sense and swept it over Ancient Mount Lu from top to bottom.
He feared that what had just happened was the Goose Divine Immortal playing a trick, hoping to deceive him into entering Ancient Mount Lu.
Yet no matter where he scanned or what object he inspected, not even among the Mount Lu disciples themselves, he found not the slightest trace of anything amiss.
This Goose Divine Immortal's Primordial Spirit had indeed scattered apart. He was dead beyond death. Fang Shu relaxed at once, and great joy filled his face.
With a whoosh, he immediately waved his sleeve and gathered back as much of the Dragon Qi within the formation as possible, lest it be wasted.
His body swayed, and at last he stepped into Ancient Mount Lu.
Once inside, he looked again upon the scenes in the mountain, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
When his gaze fell upon He Shoufeng's corpse, however,