Kapitel 6319: The Final Plan

One hour later.

In the distant sky, a blood cloud approached, thick with dense blood mist.

"Immortal Master, the Nine Prison Pagoda is gone!"

The blood cloud paused briefly before returning the way it came.

As for Tong Shan, the Guardian on the ground, he didn't even glance back.

In Tai'an City, within the Palace of Mental Cultivation.

Emperor Li Miao sat cross-legged on a prayer mat. Opposite him was a faint, ethereal figure. If one looked closely, they could discern the figure's outline and facial features.

If Jian Wushuang were present, he would have immediately recognized the figure as the very Nine Dust Immortal he had previously killed with his Thought power.

Yet now, it had transformed into a wisp of a soul, sustained by Thought power to maintain its consciousness.

"The Nine Prison Pagoda is gone!!!" the ethereal figure trembled and stammered, "You're saying the Nine Prison Pagoda disappeared from its place?"