The divine might of Shouldering Mountains clashes head-on with an embryo; a wondrous white pearl yields a new art

The vast night sky held not a trace of human presence. Even the insects had fallen silent. The thick darkness seemed ready to swallow a person whole, and every breath of silence carried a bone-chilling terror.

"This is bad!"

Teng Changfeng instantly grasped the crucial point. His foundation establishment peak magical power surged wildly, and his escape light accelerated rather than slowing, tearing through the air with a piercing whistle as he turned and shot away without hesitation!

He had to leave this dangerously sensitive area, or at least put enough distance between them to give himself room to react.

This was the keen intuition he had cultivated over more than a century of cultivation, coupled with an instinctive, unconscious response!

At the same time, a thought rose unbidden in his mind. Who was this man?

In a flash, an outrageous answer occurred to him-one he could not accept, yet seemed all too plausible. Could this man be the "fat sheep" that he and his disciple had targeted, that ink-robed cultivator surnamed Li who seemed to be only at foundation establishment late stage?!

But how could that be?!

Although the aura the man exuded remained restrained and unremarkable, it carried a pressure that made his heart tremble. It was as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, far beyond anything a foundation establishment cultivator could possess!

This paradox made his scalp crawl. In that instant, even his understanding of the world seemed to contradict itself and grow unstable.

Had he been hiding his cultivation all along? Or-was he actually an old core formation monster playing the pig to devour the tiger? The thought chilled Teng Changfeng from head to toe. He pushed his flight speed to its limit, cursing his parents for not giving him another two pairs of wings.

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