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Shadows ascended, vanishing into the blade of a butcher's knife, leaving behind a miniaturized imprint that, if magnified countless times, would reveal a depiction of a small town where every person, object, building, and bird seemed as though it had once truly existed.
Strangely, this butcher's knife was entirely green. It was gripped in the hands of a butcher.
This butcher was none other than Butcher Chen, who had stood before the townswoman earlier, brandishing his knife.
Butcher Chen looked at the new imprint on the green knife, a hint of a smile appearing on his face.
"All these thirty years of cultivation here were not in vain."
"With this Qingyan Realm of mine, not to mention True Immortals, even Profound Immortals, or even senior Profound Immortals, would fall victim to it."
Butcher Chen was, in fact, the Black Yama's assassin known as the Qingyan Ghost, who had been waiting outside the Miao Lei Region for thirty years.
