The instant Jiang Xiaomeng fell, a strand of divine sense flew out of her celestial crown and shot straight toward Su Jiu.
Su Jiu noticed its appearance the moment it emerged. It took the form of a male cultivator with a face full of wrinkles. He was hideously ugly, but judging by his features alone, it was not hard to see a certain resemblance to Jiang Xiaomeng.
Still, it was only a strand of divine sense belonging to a Nascent Soul cultivator.
With a mere flick of Su Jiu's sleeve, the strand of divine sense shattered and scattered.
At the same time, in the central seat of the Heavenly Dawn Sect's main hall, a middle-aged male cultivator who had been discussing matters with someone suddenly felt his heart seize. A mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips.
The completely unprepared cultivator opposite him was splashed with blood all over his face and body.
The middle-aged man's eyes flew wide, and he suddenly roared, "Xiaomeng!"
Suppressing his discomfort, he hastily took a palm-sized Magic Treasure from his Storage Bag.
The Magic Treasure appeared to be cast from metal, with an intricate totem engraved upon it that looked somewhat like a legendary Auspicious Beast.
But he clearly had no attention to spare for any of that now. The disciples in the hall watched their Sect Master hurriedly slash a wound across his palm and press it against the Magic Treasure.
At first, the Magic Treasure showed no reaction, but as it absorbed more blood, it slowly began to give off a faint glow.
Once it reached a certain point, the Magic Treasure suddenly expanded, eventually forming a Light Screen that hovered before them.
The images displayed on the Light Screen were a terrible shock to the middle-aged man. They began with Su