章 857: Eighth Drop of Divine Blood

A glass palace hovered in the sky outside the Tomb Forest.

Wan Qingtong was cultivating inside. Suddenly, his heart jumped and his eyes flew open. Two sharp beams of saintly light shot out of his black eyes. They transformed into two white pillars of light that pierced through the sky.

The soldiers cultivating inside the fortress were all shocked. They looked toward the palace curiously. What had happened?

"Wan Ji's saint decree was destroyed," Wan Qingtong muttered to himself. The next moment, one of his clones flew out of the palace in a streak of light. It melded with the Spiritual Qi and disappeared in the horizon at an impossible speed.

A while later, his saintly clone descended from the sky and appeared outside Shentai City. With a wave of his sleeve, he picked up the broken saint decree. Clutching it, he used a beam of spiritual energy to investigate it, but he couldn't find any clues.