"Was he dead?"
Li Chen had appeared silently at some point. He watched Fang Yuan's shattered remains fall in a shower of flesh and blood, saying nothing.
Although he held every advantage, he would never underestimate his opponent. After all, Fang Yuan had reached peak Nascent Soul long ago. His cultivation had already hit its bottleneck, leaving him only half a step from the Primordial Spirit realm.
Even a lion used its full strength to hunt a rabbit. How much more so when facing an expert of this caliber?
To ensure Fang Yuan's destruction, Li Chen had spared no effort in laying a Heaven-Spanning Net and waiting for his prey. Had their positions been reversed, and had he faced such a situation himself, he would have had no way out except to invoke the power of law through the Mysterious Nonbeing Art and temporarily vanish from reality.
As he pondered how someone might wrest life from death and overturn this certain doom, inspiration suddenly struck him. Wait, where was his treasure?
Li Chen scanned his surroundings, and his pupils abruptly contracted.
He had not found the Years Like a Song Book!
"That book is a Dao Artifact magical treasure passed down through generations of Luli Academy. It is also called the Book of Years..."
"The power of law it contains belongs to the Temporal Dao!"
Just then, Pan Ning, who was stationed in Kunning Palace, suddenly sent a private voice transmission to warn Li Chen.
A Great Power like him was not sitting there merely to watch the show. He was the safeguard Li Chen had held in reserve, enveloping the entire battlefield in his immense divine sense and closely monitoring Fang Yuan's every move.
He too had noticed the anomaly surrounding the Book of Years and specifically warned Li