Chen Cuo looked at the Headband in his palm.
The Headband trembled without cease, sending out ripple after ripple, but Chen Cuo dispersed them with a wave of his hand.
Yet those ripples, which seemed so easily broken, held a violent force. If released, they would engulf at least a small half of the Grotto-Heaven and might even leave it shattered.
"The Poison Venerable actually came in person. Even while sealed by the Seal, he still has such power."
With a sigh, Chen Cuo turned his hand and slipped the Headband into his sleeve.
The Headband in his hand was no physical object. It had emerged from illusion, taken on a trace of a Dao Mark, and formed a link to the River of History. Only with Chen Cuo's Divine Ability and Magic Power reinforcing it could it suppress one of the mortal world's mightiest figures.
"Chen, my boy," Tingyi said as she flew over. Glancing at Chen Cuo's left sleeve, she continued, "She Bishi may be no good, but he is still the last survivor of an Ancient God bloodline. He is bound up in no small amount of Cause and Effect. During the battle to Establish a Path forty years ago, he also obtained the Mysterious Maiden's Sage-Seeding Method, which entangled him in still more ties of fate. Wiping him out rashly would invite trouble later."
"He came to Taihua to make trouble, so he ought to pay a price. But..." Chen Cuo smiled. "Someone may have pushed him from behind the scenes. Otherwise, the timing wouldn't be quite so convenient. I can use him to cast a stone and test the road ahead."
Tingyi understood and smiled. "Best leave a little of his True Spirit intact, lest more trouble arise."
Chen Cuo smiled. "She Bishi is trapped