"Han King Li Yuanxian?!"
Li Qing's mouth twitched fiercely.
The sudden appearance of this strange memory finally allowed him to understand the cause and effect.
This thing was even more formidable than the one captured by the old Taoist last time.
And it was a ranked prince.
Recently, the earth's veins had loosened, and its Yin Soul, housed in the Black Arrow it wielded before, managed to break through the soil and see daylight once more.
It was also behind the construction of the dreamscape that had plunged Li Qing into deep slumber, preparing to usurp his body.
But the moment it barged into Li Qing's dreams, it caught sight of the celestial platform.
And that powerful figure, without any warning, was incinerated completely.
Li Qing sat in a daze for a long while before he fully digested this foreign memory.
He had studied in this place for six years, back and forth, and had never felt anything amiss.
