Even so, Tang Changsheng did not dare let down his guard. He retreated dozens of paces and watched from afar as the raging flames swallowed the Zombie whole.
The so-called Cave-Spirit Ritual Sword in the Zombie's hand melted into molten iron the moment the Flame engulfed it. Before a drop could hit the ground, it turned to smoke and vanished without a trace.
Such was the power of Wishfire. It held Tang Changsheng's will to destroy: the fiend and everything belonging to him would be reduced to ash, with not a speck left behind!
"If you don't die, I'll never have peace of mind," Tang Changsheng murmured. He had originally hoped to seize this chance to kill a Yang Spirit True Person and claim a great achievement.
But once the fiend recognized the origins of Tang Changsheng's Ritual Sword and grew suspicious of him, Tang Changsheng could no longer let him live. This concerned his greatest secret.
What secret did the Three Realms Mirror hold? Surely it was nowhere near as simple as he had first imagined—merely a means of observing the three realms.
Otherwise, the Purple Dusk Heavenly Court would never have laid such a deadly trap. The Yellow Springs Netherworld Formation was only a smokescreen; finding the mirror had been the real objective.
And from what the Purple Dusk Heavenly Court fiend had said, the Eastern Flower Heavenly Court was secretly searching for it too. They might have combed through every blade of grass and every tree around Fuyang Mountain countless times.
Anything both Heavenly Courts valued so highly was far beyond an ordinary Magical Artifact or Treasured Artifact.
As Tang Changsheng pondered this, golden light suddenly sprang from the raging Wishfire. It suppressed even the White Light of the Wishfire and lunged straight at him.
It was