"Elder Nine Dragons' soul plate has shattered!"
In the Throne of Requiem of the Penglai Sect, the disciples on duty paled in shock. Someone soon passed the word to the Hermit of Forgotten Love, who was still hunting Jiang He, which prompted a look of fury on the hermit's face. Clenching his teeth, he greeted, "Jiang He, that mad dog! I shall tear out his flesh and crush his bones!"
After cursing for a while, he sought out the Thousand Sword Daoist—it was difficult for the latter to divine where Jiang He was, but tracking the aura of the True Habitant of Nine Dragons was much simpler.
Soon, many figures arrived on the island.
Multiple divine minds interweaved and extended but found nothing at all, before various godly powers erupted and blew up the entire island.
***
Over the distant horizon, Jiang He's farm had assumed the form of a white cloud hovering up in the skies.
