Unbelievable Methods

Upon the ruins of the Ji Family.

Luo Chen reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of Bai Xue's eyes.

Bai Xue sniffled and looked up.

She saw Luo Chen raise a hand and grab at the void. A piece of black stone appeared out of thin air in his palm, its edges dotted with faint bluish-green hues, while lifelike pavilions and towers were carved into its center.

The stone was wrapped in an illusory gray mist that churned and shifted unpredictably.

Looking closely, how was this a stone? It was clearly a small island, merely held in Luo Chen's palm, making it appear like a chunk of black rock.

"This is..." Bai Xue stepped forward.

The moment she looked down, her expression changed drastically. She sent her divine sense into it, taking in every scene upon the island.

She saw members of the Bai Family bound atop the altar at the island's center. She saw her father's corpse.

"There are still people from the family alive."

Bai Xue's eyes widened, her heart flooded with an incomparably complicated joy.

Though blood stained the altar and Bai Family members were bound to pillars, the blood beneath them gathering into an eerie sigil, there were still flickers of life within them.

At the center of the altar sat an elderly man as gaunt as dry wood, his eye sockets sunken like those of a vicious ghost. He was cultivating a sinister art, utterly unaware that he had already been transported into another world.

One had to know that the Ji Family's Ancestor was at the perfected Heaven-Piercing Realm.

Yet Luo Chen had silently captured him in his palm. Such a method was unheard of, unseen before.

Behind them, Cao Wei wiped away cold sweat that did not exist, secretly thankful