Above the sky,
the handsome youth had a hole in his forehead, and with a splash, he fell into the sea, raising a few ripples, devoid of any signs of life.
Eighteen artifact embryos capable of crushing an early-stage Foundation Building cultivator to bits suddenly dimmed, the Formation Method patterns vanished, and they fell down as dead objects together with their owner.
Jiang Ding stepped lightly on the sea's surface, avoiding the falling stele.
"What a pity..."
He looked somewhat regretfully at Xu Jianian's corpse.
If this were a real battlefield, one's assets could skyrocket by more than tenfold in an instant, and the wealth of a Nascent Soul direct descendant was beyond imagination.
Of course, being personally hunted by an Immortal of Nascent Soul was another matter altogether.
Between heaven and earth, the illusory image of a towering blue Big Tree that seemed to have risen from the ground slowly faded, as if it had never appeared.
