Beast Severing

The Three Great Dynasties had Wentian Pavilion, Fengtian Palace, and the Imperial Observatory; the Devil Race and Demon Race were no different.

Someone of Li Cunren's status was surely under constant watch by the Devil Race and Demon Race, waiting for them to find a weakness to exploit.

The Devil Race and Demon Race might well have foreseen this operation. Once they learned of it, they would never let the opportunity slip away.

But if they could foresee Li Cunren, could they foresee him as well?

And if they could foresee him, could they calculate that he carried so many spiritual treasures?

At this thought, his expression turned grave as he glanced toward the Yuan Zhen Dynasty.

He focused his mind and sensed for danger.

A moment later, he sensed none.

Yet he did not breathe a sigh of relief, nor did his mind relax.

Li Cunren flipped his hand, and a purple-gold token appeared in his palm.

A Mysterious Beast was carved upon the purple-gold token: a dragon's head, a lion's body, elephant's feet, its entire form shrouded in a mass of mist. At first glance, it seemed clear; at a second look, it blurred.

The harder one stared, trying to see it clearly, the more indistinct it became.

Chu Zhiyuan closed his eyes and examined it with Super Sensation.

Under Super Sensation, the purple-gold token was not a token at all, but a vortex.

A vortex formed of mist, slowly turning as though it were drawing in the strange auras of heaven and earth.

Within the vortex, Li Cunren's figure flickered in and out of sight, impossible to make out clearly.

Chu Zhiyuan opened his eyes and looked at the purple-gold token in astonishment, then raised his gaze to Li Cunren. "This is...?"

"The Beast Severing Token," Li