"Let that old ghost Snowy Realm have his headache!" Xiao Hua appeared in the quiet room with a smile, immediately sat cross-legged, and acted as though nothing had happened. What he had encountered tonight had truly astonished him. Though he had wanted to kill Tu Hong, so many twists and turns had arisen along the way. Even more unimaginable was how easily he had ultimately slain Tu Hong—as simply as extending a sword and thrusting it.
"No matter what kind of Golden Core cultivator you are, beneath the karmic burden of tens of thousands of wronged souls, you are no more than a mere mortal!" Xiao Hua's heart had yet to settle. He even felt that what he had sensed within the Quanjin Mountain Great Formation might not have come from Xiao Mao, nor from Dui Qimeng. Perhaps it had been the wronged souls of the swordsmen—and even cultivators—slaughtered by Tu Hong, urging him onward.
"The Way of Cause and Effect truly is wondrous!" Xiao Hua thought as his mind entered his space. There, within the Hand of Cause and Effect, that wisp of Primordial Spirit was not particularly strong, yet it was exceptionally distinct, every threadlike pattern clearly visible.
Feeling something in his heart, Xiao Hua did not hesitate as he cast his mind into that wisp of Primordial Spirit. An incomparably cool, effortless sensation flooded his consciousness. It was as though he were a swimming fish, as though he were that strand of light, as though he were a speck of dust in the mortal world. The radiance atop Suo Guang grew ever more brilliant, while the Heavenly Dao Starry Sky gave off a faint rumbling. Xiao Hua's mind drifted across the vast sea, across the boundless earth, across the river of time, across the blooming flowers of