The Azure Fire Paulownia Tree, with its fiery canopy, illuminated the surroundings in a blaze.
On the surface of the pitch-black Immortal Pill, the diminished remnant soul of Taoist Man appeared utterly desolate against the firelight.
His eyes were filled with sorrow, bordering on despair.
Wang Ba stared at Taoist Man before him, his face full of astonishment.
Despite never underestimating the other's cautious mind, he hadn't expected that, even on the brink of Cultivation Ascension, the other still had such a trick up his sleeve.
He instinctively asked:
"That black hand, who is it?"
Upon hearing Wang Ba's question, Taoist Man slowly returned to his senses, a glint of bewilderment in his eyes, and shook his head:
