The void was pitch-black as ink.
A crescent moon hung in the western sky!
Fierce winds swept through the heavens, making the mountain forests below howl.
Clad in a black Daoist robe, He Pingsheng stood amid the raging winds and waited patiently.
His gaze rested southward, toward the capital of the Liang Kingdom.
Before long, a ripple of spatial fluctuation came from that direction.
Golden light rose in He Pingsheng's eyes, and he saw a golden pillar as thick as a bucket racing toward him.
This was the power of fortune.
The power of fortune belonging to Patriarch Zhenyu, the Liang Kingdom's Spirit Transformation cultivator.
His fortune fell short of the Phoenix Ting Tong's, but it was still extraordinarily powerful. Otherwise, he could never have reached the Spirit Transformation realm.
And in the direction of the Liang Kingdom's capital, there was more than one such streak of fortune.
There were two.
The other was even stronger than this one.
Of course, it went without saying that the other streak must belong to the Royal Family Ancestor.
Half an incense stick later, Patriarch Zhenyu arrived as promised.
He Pingsheng took out a drop of Icefield Divine Dew and swallowed it, then placed another drop in his mouth without swallowing it yet.
"The strength of the Spirit Transformation Stage is beyond an ordinary person's imagination!" Patriarch Zhenyu stood ten zhang across from He Pingsheng. Wearing a moon-white Daoist robe, he had a tall, slender frame and looked, at first glance, like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.
He had a commanding presence.
He Pingsheng nodded.
Patriarch Zhenyu said, "Fighting someone above your realm is extremely difficult. Killing them is almost impossible... even if you are a genius!"
"He Pingsheng... make your move. My cultivation is at the third layer of