"This...." the Lord Emperor hesitated, as he truly did not know how Qingcang was resurrected.
From the intelligence stolen from the Sanqing Taoist Sect, only knew that the Immortality Pill could resurrect Qingcang Immortal.
"True or false, we must not gamble on whether Qingcang could be resurrected, nor whether the Immortality Pill is real."
Xuan Yue stepped forward, a boundless force gently pushed open the Dragon Vein dharma form, and instantly the golden tiles of the palace shattered.
On their withered faces flickered the same expressions: a longing for immortality, a madness for transcendence, and a fear for that erstwhile man of humble attire and connection to the Kun path.
"I have established contact with the Twelve Demon Ancestors, they will lend us a hand, just like when we encircled and killed Qingcang in the past."
