Spirit Vessel

Feiyun had heard Monk Maitreya talk about this existence before. It was on the same level as the Grand Sovereign.

Ji Haotian looked at his broken saber still stained with ghost energy. They looked like black snakes latching on like leeches with a chilling aura.

“I haven’t seen the two lords from Sacred Palace but can still have a general estimation of their power. This lord of Peakless is not that far behind them.” Haotian said.

Feiyun only quietly listened.

“Just a claw avatar was enough to break my saber. Hmm, if I wasn’t wounded, maybe I would be able to fight against its true form.” He continued.

Haotian sounded proud yet lonely. His energy pulsed in a chaotic manner, from high to low. Something certainly happened to his body.

“That lord attacked for the Sacred Spirit Scripture?” Feiyun asked.

“The Grave Palace Treasure Seeking Record is the nemesis of these creatures, strangely very beneficial as well, similar to the Dao Scripture and Golden Silkworm Scripture for human cultivators. The record used to be in our clan’s possession so we ruled over the two worlds with the Yang King and the Yin Mother. Unfortunately, it was stolen and our clan declined from then on. This lord must be stealing the scripture in order to increase his cultivation before the calamity.” Haotian nodded.

Those at the Nirvana realm could read the changes in the future. They were aware of the incoming disaster.

Feiyun didn’t pry any further because this was currently above his reaches. He was too weak right now, not even an ant in comparison.

“Maybe I shouldn’t talk to you about this stuff, let’s talk about Xinnu and Xiaonu. What do you think about them?” Haotian suddenly smiled and changed the topic.

“Miss Xinnu is kind and friendly. She also saved my life. Miss Xiaonu has a strong temperament but isn’t a bad person.” He said.