"Chen Fangqing! You dared to scheme against me!"
After the White-Bone Roc entered the black Palace, it kept falling through the darkness.
It threw back its head and roared, its voice brimming with fury and madness. Its bony wings beat furiously, but to no avail. It went on falling.
Amid its roars, a light descended.
The White-Bone Roc looked closely. It was a Clay Idol.
"That's the Temple Dragon King's Clay Idol!"
The Great Demon recognized the origin of this clay statue at a glance, and a wild thought erupted within it. How could it fail to recognize this thing?
"This was all a trap! I fell for your trick!"
As the Roc roared, the Clay Idol trembled slightly. A wisp of black qi flew from it, followed closely by a Violet Light star, from which a wisp of white qi emerged.
The Black and White Qi intertwined, outlining a Dao Body. It was a man with long hair and Dark Robes. Though his face was indistinct, his bearing was free and unrestrained.
"It's you!"
At the sight of him, all the White-Bone Roc's frenzy and hatred vanished, replaced by deep fear.
"You... Could you have recovered everything from your past life? Were you hiding your strength outside, waiting until you'd thrown me in here to show your true self?" As the Roc spoke, it cautiously extended a strand of Divine Sense.
"AAAAAH!"
The next instant, the Roc screamed. Then it howled, "Mercy! Mercy! With power like this, you weren't reincarnated. You're..."
"Little bird," the man in Dark Robes said, reaching out and closing his fingers, "thanks for the effort."
The Roc's body immediately disintegrated. Only a speck of True Spirit remained, trembling as it pleaded again and again, "Spare me, exalted immortal! Spare me!"
It did not have the