Four mystic wonders.
He was clearly no ordinary Divine Immortal anymore. Even the monstrous prodigies who had towered over their peers in the Middle Antiquity Era had been no better than this.
Even in Li Chuanqi's previous life, he had possessed only two mystic wonders by the time he became a Heavenly Immortal.
This boy is no ordinary person.
And that phantom behind him...
Li Chuanqi looked at the hazy gray figure lounging lazily behind Zhang Yuan. His brows knitted tightly as he tried to make out the figure's true appearance.
The figure lay draped over Zhang Yuan's back, its head resting against his right shoulder, which was temporarily without a dragon. It looked utterly relaxed. Sensing Li Chuanqi's gaze, it raised its eyes slightly and glanced at him.
The next instant, Li Chuanqi's eyes vanished, leaving only two empty sockets. Blood streamed incessantly from both holes.
Li Chuanqi could no longer see. Everything before him was pitch-black. Horror filled his heart, and for a moment, he did not even dare draw on the vitality of his Dao Domain to restore his eyes.
This figure is a Golden Immortal...
This boy has a profound connection to a Golden Immortal.
Damn it, I've been set up!
He had thought Zhang Yuan was merely an ordinary cultivator. Even if he had some backing, it would not amount to much. He had never imagined Zhang Yuan had any connection to a Golden Immortal.
As though waking from a dream, Li Chuanqi realized something was wrong.
But by now, it was already too late.
Holding the [Primordial Form-Converging Sword], Zhang Yuan slashed out a streak of wondrous three-colored light, aiming straight at Li Chuanqi's frail Eighth-Turn Qi Refining body.
Qin Tianyi bowed respectfully toward the figure behind Zhang Yuan. Then, unwilling to be outdone,