Swish!
A figure descended coldly from the sky, and white flas directly struck Zhang Yuexing’s spiritual soul!
Xiang Beifei’s attack looked simple and unadorned, and even in Zhang Yuexing’s eyes, who was in the Ascending Dao Stage, this attack thod was too slow, and he had ten thousand ways to dodge it.
But his spiritual soul was nailed to the spot by the litian spear, and he had no way to evade.
Crash!
The burning Yang flas ignited on Zhang Yuexing’s spiritual soul!
"Ah..."
Zhang Yuexing let out a heart-wrenching scream; the pain brought by the burning of the spiritual soul was extrely terrifying, and even Zhang Yuexing couldn’t endure it!
The burning ca quickly and went just as quickly; in the blink of an eye, Zhang Yuexing’s scream Abruptly Stopped!
Zhang Yuexing in the Ascending Dao Stage had already t his demise!
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After killing Zhang Yuexing, Xiang Beifei did not relax his vigilance but calmly looked at the litian spear.
He had already perceived that the litian spear also possessed intelligence!
And, unlike the other ancestral artifacts controlled by Xiang Beifei, the litian spear’s damage was not as severe. The fragnts he controlled were like losing just a finger from a person’s hand for the litian spear.
Losing a finger doesn’t affect much.
But the other ancestral artifacts controlled by Xiang Beifei, whether it was Wufeng or the Five Pieces of Stone, were more like having half the body chopped off.
But to the litian spear, it clearly still hoped to beco whole; only a complete ancestral artifact can fully control the heavenly Dao source it devours!
Therefore, Xiang Beifei was not in complete control of the litian spear; taking it away directly was almost impossible.
This ancestral artifact helped him only because he possessed its fragnts. Xiang Beifei was more like holding one of the litian spear’s hostages, making it have to agree to so simple requests.
As for Zhang Yuexing, in front of an intelligent ancestral artifact like the litian spear, he was insignificant, much like an ant; dead was dead. The ancestral artifact wouldn’t care.
However, the current situation was still difficult.
Xiang Beifei knew that the litian spear wouldn’t let him leave so easily.
If it weren’t for the presence of the Spirit Gathering Book, capable of resealing the fragnts and threatening the litian spear, the litian spear would likely have killed Xiang Beifei and retrieved the fragnts without hesitation.
Slam!
He directly closed the Spirit Gathering Book!
Xiang Beifei instantly cut off the connection between the fragnts and the litian spear.
Only now did Xiang Beifei realize the strength of the Spirit Gathering Book; without exaggeration, it seed to surpass the ancestral artifacts, except for lacking combat power.
Buzz!
A wave from the litian spear surrounded Xiang Beifei layer by layer, and then this wave ford spears in the air, the spears colliding in the air, oddly, the collision ford two clear words!
"Return!"
The sound was deafening, like an angry roar, echoing in Xiang Beifei’s ears!
It truly was an intelligent ancestral artifact; after the Spirit Gathering Book severed the connection to the fragnts, it was still able to communicate with Xiang Beifei in such a manner.
Xiang Beifei wasn’t surprised; he remained very calm.
Just now, he had made the litian spear seal the area, from the result, Wu Yanwei in the Ancestral Dao Realm couldn’t break in.
"I can return them to you, but I have so requests too."
He stared at the spears in the air.
Zhang Yuexing had already experienced the power of these spears for him. In front of the spears, Zhang Yuexing in the Ascending Dao Stage was as fragile as a piece of paper; Xiang Beifei didn’t want to confront them head-on either.
The spears clashed violently again, the sharp sound waves forming a word:
"Speak!"
The sound was still irritable, like an impulsive brute, and if it weren’t for Xiang Beifei holding the "hostage," it might have acted.
"Let handle so matters first," Xiang Beifei said.
The litian spear grew irritable; it didn’t seem willing to wait.
But Xiang Beifei paid no heed; whether the litian spear was willing to wait or not, it had to wait for him!
He had the Spirit Gathering Book; he held the initiative.
Xiang Beifei turned around.
The old man behind him was still looking at him blankly.
"Who are you?" The old man’s voice remained hoarse.
"My na is Xiang Beifei."
"Xiang Beifei?"
The old man seed to be trying hard to recall, but in his mory, there was no such na.
"Daoist Qingde, he is my grandfather," Xiang Beifei said.
"Daoist Qingde!"
The old man rembered this na, it had always been etched in his mind; it was the faith of the Human Race!
His eyes suddenly beca misty, a layer of moisture wetted his eyes.
"Are you the grandson of the Human King?"
"Yes."
The old man’s body began to tremble.
"The Human Race hasn’t perished, has it?" the old man asked trembling.
"That will never happen," Xiang Beifei said.
"I knew it! I knew it!"
The old man was in tears.
Controlled for more than thirty years, he couldn’t act upon his will, couldn’t speak freely, couldn’t walk independently, yet he still had his own thoughts. He watched what he was forced to do every day, enduring the pain of frequently having to cut open his veins to bleed.
Yet, in his heart, he still maintained his faith in the Human Race.
The grandson of the Human King, risking everything to break in here, severing his own arm, rescuing him, made him realize that all the suffering he endured over the years was worth it.
"Sorry for being late," Xiang Beifei said.
The old man shook his head: "We all understood our fate beforehand; the fact that you could change it is enough."
Xiang Beifei was silent for a mont, then nodded slightly.
"How should I address you, senior?"
"Chi Jingshan."
The old man sighed.
No one had asked his na for decades. Here, they lived like livestock, without a na, only with the value of extracting blood. Those with good health lived longer, those with poor bodies died quicker.
He was considered among the healthy ones, but even he had reached his limit today. Unexpectedly at this mont, he was pulled back from the gates of hell and even regained his cultivation!
Xiang Beifei walked towards the people still controlled by white vines, waved his hand, and untied all the white vines.
These people collapsed to the ground as they lost the control of the vines, and he imdiately applied the aura of returning to the original state on them, helping them recover.
"Help ," Xiang Beifei said.
"Alright."
Without Xiang Beifei needing to say more, the old man had already walked over to support these people.
Xiang Beifei pondered for a mont, then led them all into the stone tower.
It was the only safe place he could think of.
Then he walked towards the remaining cells, blasting open all the vines binding the cells, directly allowing everyone to walk out.
A total of five hundred and thirteen humans.
Xiang Beifei freed all these humans from the vines, but he didn’t treat them one by one, as that would be too ti-consuming. He just ensured they wouldn’t die, having them follow Chi Jingshan’s arrangent as respected guidance, saving ti and effort.
After doing all this, he then turned his gaze towards the litian spear.
"Speak!"
The litian spear was already getting impatient, constantly tapping on the spear.
"Did you suppress our Human Race’s Mustard Seed in Palm?" Xiang Beifei asked.
The litian spear didn’t answer imdiately, seemingly in thought.
"Answer !" Xiang Beifei held the Spirit Gathering Book in his hand.
The aura of litian spear lingered over the Spirit Gathering Book, and after a long ti, it reluctantly said, "Yes."
So it was this guy who suppressed the Mustard Seed in Palm!
Xiang Beifei had been pondering, since the Mustard Seed in Palm was at the sa level as breath soil, why did it suddenly disappear with not a single trace of the Human Race left behind, even though Xiang Beifei had obtained a wisp of the Mustard Seed in Palm, he had no way to control it.
Until he understood what an Ancestral Artifact was.
Only an Ancestral Artifact controlling the Heavenly Dao could accomplish this!
For example, a Heavenly Dao, specifically controlling breath soil!
If the Ancestral Artifact controlling this Heavenly Dao did not allow breath soil to exist, then all breath soil would completely disappear in an instant!
By the sa reasoning, so it was with the Mustard Seed in Palm!
Surely the Ancestral Artifact devoured the Heavenly Dao associated with the Mustard Seed in Palm, and the Dao Palace relied on the Ancestral Artifact to seal the Mustard Seed in Palm, causing it to vanish completely.
Even though the Spirit Gathering Book retained a wisp of the Mustard Seed in Palm, Xiang Beifei was unable to cultivate it, as he could cope with various Heavenly Daos, but the power of the Ancestral Artifact was beyond him!
"Unlock it!" Xiang Beifei said.
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