Who doesn't know that since his emergence, Lu Xuan has always acted cautiously.
In this cultivation world where the weak are prey to the strong, a single misstep can lead to eternal doom.
Thus, how could Lu Xuan carelessly and rashly touch others' possessions?
At the instant the Green Wood Scepter fell into his palm, the world rule power within Lu Xuan's body swiftly spread out, layer upon layer wrapping the Green Wood Scepter,
simultaneously setting up multiple defense barriers around himself to prevent any mishaps.
At this moment, in the palm of Lu Xuan's right hand, were tiny black-golden flame chains.
They stretched out like fluid, elegant ink lines, tightly binding the miniature remnant thought of Ancestor Yu Huang.
Where the black-golden flame chains passed, the space twisted in waves, as if unable to withstand the terrifying high temperature.
The searing black-golden flame chains perpetually burned the remnant thought of Ancestor Yu Huang.
