"What a fine True Inheritance disciple of the Holy Sect. And what a fine Cicada Molt!"
Chen Lixuan's voice was bone-chilling, carrying a trace of the vexation one feels after being bitten by an ant.
The eyes of the Divine Soul Little Man in his Spirit Platform Sea of Consciousness had, at some point, become clouded by a wisp of black candle smoke.
'This kind of Substitution Tribulation Divine Technique, one involving spatial transposition, must be a core inheritance of the Thousand Mechanism Puppet Sect. It might even hide the secrets of the Golden Core realm.'
'Even if it means exposing myself and being hunted by the Purple Mansion Daoists of the Cold Nether Sect, I must get my hands on it!'
Chen Lixuan hovered in mid-air, his gaze sweeping over the dense forest within a hundred-zhang radius, which showed no sign of any Demon Cultivators.
"You can die proud, having forced me to use this Talisman."
Chen Lixuan's voice was frigid, devoid of a single shred of emotion.
BOOM—!
