Ancient Cultivators Still Had Such Simple Virtues

[Burial-Star Sand Sea].

Riding a dim radiance, Wang Ping descended from the void. The sensation of being gently held by a soft little hand, yet wrapped tightly all around, quickly faded from his body.

Wang Ping was seventy percent certain that it had been his own True Lord's hand.

After all, only a Supreme True Lord could whisk him away without anyone noticing, then silently deliver him to another corner of Cosmic Deep Space.

"Phew!"

The next moment, Wang Ping changed his appearance. His already handsome face gained a few rugged angles out of thin air, becoming Kun Yun's. His original face was well known by now; who knew whether an Immortal Sect cultivator in the Burial-Star Sand Sea might recognize him?

More importantly, he had already drawn on that face's credit once.

If he kept running around with it, any Immortal Sect cultivator he met would probably refuse to believe a word he said. They might even flee at the sight of him.

So Kun Yun's face was perfect.

For one thing, Kun Yun was a Qi Refiner, but not particularly famous. For another, even if someone recognized the face, Wang Ping could pin the blame on him afterward.

Besides, he had already severed every troublesome karmic tie and passed it to the duplicate created by Abandoned by Others. The Wang Ping of today was spotless.

He could start building up his credit again!

At that thought, Wang Ping felt a wave of relief. He calmly surveyed his surroundings, then frowned slightly and looked toward a streak of colored light beside him.

At first glance, the light was dazzlingly beautiful, without shape or substance. Yet when Wang Ping examined it with Divine Sense, he could see countless tiny grains of sand within it. One grain alone might amount to