Li Fuchan had a vague feeling that he had forgotten something very important to him.
Three Nothing must have done it.
He cursed inwardly. With no time to dwell on it, he shielded himself with illuminating light to keep the other party from hearing his thoughts.
At that moment, both were engaged in a contest of wits.
Li Fuchan knew that Three Nothing surely had a deeper scheme, and that he was walking into it step by step.
Three Nothing also knew he was trying to salvage the situation, but could not fathom what he intended to do.
Ever since Li Fuchan had barged into the Hunting Grounds and hacked down several direct-lineage disciples of the Immortal Sect, everything he had done had looked, to Three Nothing, like blind flailing and smashing an already cracked pot.
Yet it had not relaxed its vigilance in the slightest. Against someone like Li Fuchan, no amount of caution was excessive.
It was not that Li Fuchan had never considered throwing it away, but by now, that was no longer his decision to make.
Without Three Nothing, the schemes laid upon him would not disappear. He would only die sooner.
The Secret Seal took shape when a foreign object fell from the Unseen Heavens and struck an exceedingly fine crease into heaven and earth.
That foreign object was no Magical Treasure. Devoid of spirituality and nature, it would soon be drawn back into the Unseen Heavens of its own accord.
Among the cultivators of the Ancient Era, certain Dao Lineages that placed great importance on their legacy often used Secret Seals to preserve their arts and store mighty treasures. Other ancient Dao Lineages turned them into libraries and treasuries.
After those Dao Lineages fell, their Secret Seals were often left behind in the world,