You old Buddhist thief, you dared attack my descendant? You must be tired of living

At that moment, on the planet called Great Moon Slope, one terrifying, enormous head after another manifested within the demonic mist.

Their eyes were either blood-red or pitch-black, their auras immensely powerful and their expressions filled with venomous hatred.

Li Ming, however, was utterly unafraid.

He seized them one by one and carefully examined the immortal platforms between their brows.

They glared at him furiously, but there was nothing they could do.

From their immortal platforms, Li Ming extracted stone slabs inscribed with mysterious grand dao runes.

It was just as Li Ming had suspected.

What these slabs recorded was the true Heaven-Mending Scripture.

The Stone Token, on the other hand, contained only an incomplete version.

Had he not read the original story and known how cunning these Sacred Spirits were, they might really have fooled him.

Back then, they had managed to fool Daode Tianzun.

Daode Tianzun had probably never seen the complete scripture either.

Perhaps it was precisely that incomplete scripture that had misled Daode Tianzun, making him think it was nothing special.

Thus, he had paid it little heed and used the Stone Token as an ingredient for brewing immortal liquid.

Li Ming carefully scanned the scripture with his divine sense. Although its grand dao runes were extremely mysterious, he had no difficulty reading them.

It was exactly as he had expected.

This mysterious Sacred Spirit Scripture, known as the Heavenly Mending Art, allowed Sacred Spirits born prematurely to reach perfection through their own subsequent cultivation.

This was unquestionably a treasure that would drive the Sacred Spirit Race mad.

Much of its content was still deeply enlightening to Li Ming.

He sat cross-legged there, completely ignoring the roaring malevolent spirits as he quietly contemplated the scripture.

To Li Ming's surprise, it was far more profound than he