"Who I am isn't important. What matters is that, madam, you're no longer of any use. It's time for you to go."
As Yu Chen spoke, he gently pressed down with his palm, condensing a phantom of a divine artifact that the faceless woman found all too familiar. Bit by bit, he crushed it to pieces, driving her to roar madly, "Answer me! Answer me! Who exactly are you? Why can you condense a divine artifact of our Northern Peak Lineage? Whose disciple are you? Tell me! Please, tell me..."
By the end, the woman who had just worn such a disdainful expression, seemingly free of all desire, revealed her own fragility and pain. Yu Chen appeared to be affected by it ever so slightly and slowly spoke.
"I am not a disciple of your Northern Peak Lineage. I have never heard of the Northern Peak Lineage either. Perhaps... the Northern Peak Lineage no longer exists."
The faceless woman, who had been somewhat expectant after Yu Chen answered, trembled all over upon hearing this reply. Before she could say another word, she turned to ash within Yu Chen's palm, leaving behind only specks of spiritual light.
Yu Chen looked at the spiritual light at his fingertips, which originated from the Supreme Dao Ancestor, then slowly opened his hand and let it scatter into heaven and earth.
In a thousand years or so, it will become another new individual. If its luck is a little worse, perhaps it will merge with someone's heavenly soul and earthly soul?
Watching the direction in which the spiritual light dissipated, Yu Chen smiled and began sorting through the gains from this encounter.
The most important of them was undoubtedly the sixth-grade divine artifact, Ghost Picture.
Like the Netherworld Pot, Ghost Picture came with its own