The Faxiang Realm had four stages, each a hurdle in its own right.
Unless an ordinary person grasped the key to each, they could not absorb all the internal energy even if a master imparted it to them. Only someone like Cao Jinxing, who had comprehended all four stages and lacked only true qi, could assimilate it perfectly.
Meng Tian had gone to the trouble of imparting his power precisely because of this. Otherwise, the effort would have been wasted.
Now Meng Tian was dead, and the Qin Mausoleum had collapsed.
After kowtowing, Cao Jinxing circulated the Hidden Origin Art to conceal his power and put the pile of manuals into his Qiankun Bag-he had not forgotten to help An Qisheng find a way to undo the [Withering Art]-then swiftly left through the tomb entrance.
Behind him, the mausoleum collapsed and sank, vanishing along with a thousand years of history.
"Thirteen!"
Lu Bing and He Qianqiu came forward, studying him anxiously. "How are you? That man, he..."
Cao Jinxing transmitted his voice. "He was Meng Tian, once the greatest general of Qin. He just imparted his power to me, and then..."
Cao Jinxing did not continue. Lu Bing and He Qianqiu understood what he meant and fell silent. Everyone gazed at the ruins of the Qin Mausoleum without speaking for a long time.
Their mission had been to kill Qiongqi, but they had never expected so many complications.
Now the Nine Provinces Cauldrons had been stolen, their whereabouts unknown. Although Qiongqi and Taowu were dead, Taotie and Hundun had emerged.
Cao Jinxing truly did not know whether this counted as a merit or a fault.
Still, Meng Tian had been right. Qiongqi could seize people's minds, turn them into puppets, and make them slaughter one another. It was the most