Above the canyon.
The night breeze stirred.
Ji Yuan casually twirled the Fire God Spear and held it behind him, point down.
The spearhead angled toward the layers of black rock on the canyon floor.
His gaze rested on the phantom fang around Xue Puzi. His expression remained calm, but he was faintly surprised.
This external incarnation was more substantial than he had expected.
It was no casual imprint of Divine Sense, but a Spirit Transformation clone formed with vital blood as its catalyst and at least thirty percent of his Divine Soul's power.
No wonder the Fire God Spear's full-force thrust had left only a white mark on the phantom fang before rebounding.
The thought flashed through Ji Yuan's mind, but a smile rose to his face.
"Great Shaman Bloodfang, forgive me for failing to welcome you after you came so far."
The phantom fang wavered slightly in midair, and a knowing smile appeared on Great Shaman Bloodfang's gaunt, sinister face.
"I never expected it either."
"After we parted on the Desolate Ancient Continent, I didn't think I'd see you again so soon."
Ji Yuan did not respond. Instead, he looked at Xue Puzi and smiled.
"You certainly take good care of this junior of your tribe."
Great Shaman Bloodfang glanced down at Xue Puzi and said with seeming resignation, "Prison Lord, you may not know this, but the Bloodfang Tribe once had two Nascent Soul Peak cultivators. One was him; the other was his younger brother. Both brothers were talented. I had hoped they would both break through to Spirit Transformation and take some of the burden off my shoulders."
His voice grew heavier.
"But in that battle on the Desolate Ancient Continent, Tian Wenjing shattered his brother's Nascent Soul. He died on the spot. Now, in the