An hour later, with the help of spirit stones, medicinal pills, and the meditation cushion, Qing Chen finally recovered a little of his mana and Divine Sense.
With a somewhat complicated expression, Qing Chen looked at the corpse several dozen yards ahead.
For some reason, after eliminating his formidable enemy, Qing Chen felt no wild joy. Instead, he felt a little melancholy.
Mo Qiuxian had been an utterly unforgivable demon.
Yet the firmness of his Dao heart had also shaken Qing Chen.
There was one fewer person who would pursue the Great Dao with unwavering resolve.
"What joy is there in life... what suffering is there in death... I only wish to renew my immortal destiny in the next life."
Those words would remain in Qing Chen's heart forever.
Qing Chen composed himself, barely managed to summon the Mother-Son Thundershadow Swords, and stabbed Mo Qiuxian's corpse several times.
He then probed it with the somewhat recovered power of his demon seed. A moment later, he murmured to himself:
"This fellow really is dead. With the past swept away, you and I are square.
"But since you wished me success in attaining the Dao, consider this shell of yours a contribution."
Using some mid- and high-grade Qi Refining Spirit-Sealing Talismans from his storage bag, Qing Chen sealed more than a dozen spots on Mo Qiuxian's corpse.
Then he placed it in the Jade Coffin and put it into his storage bag.
Afterward, Qing Chen cleaned up the traces, brought out the Mother-Son Thunder Swords, and left.
Two or three hundred li away, Qing Chen chose a secluded spot.
Then, using the Water-Avoidance Pearl, he slipped underwater and carved out a simple little cave abode, settling down there to rest and recover.
After regulating his breathing for a while, Qing Chen took