Chapter 322: A Stick Of Incense
Having now made up his mind, Lu Jiangxian gently tugged at the thin thread in the void, which reflected dazzling white light. He murmured, "Li Xuanling is at Mount Bianyan… Li Tongya is on his way north…"
He performed a hand seal, and Li Tongya, though far away, immediately sensed something. Without a word, he changed direction and flew swiftly toward Mount Bianyan. Lu Jiangxian watched the father and son silently, feeling inexplicably conflicted.
Li Xuanling is destined to die. Only by killing Li Xuanling and becoming a Master Monk can the Wrathful Maha begin to merge with Fahui's body. According to the plans of the Purple Mansion Realm cultivators, Fahui is supposed to head north after Li Xuanling's death, with Li Tongya in pursuit…
However, the longer this drags on, the more Fahui and the Wrathful Maha will merge, and with his full strength, Li Tongya's chances of survival will decrease. The further north they go, the more they will slip out of my sight… It is best if Li Xuanling can hold out a bit longer. If Fahui breaks through before then, Li Tongya will have a better chance of confronting him at Mount Bianyan.
As he pondered deeply, the void suddenly flickered. Lu Jiangxian quickly raised his hand, staring intently into the void where he saw an intertwined web of threads. He gently touched one with his finger and said softly, "Remain calm and hold out for the duration of an incense stick."
With that, he fully activated his mana, focusing on the thin threads in the void, deducing silently.
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Clang!
Li Xuanling drew his sword to block Fahui's iron fist, producing a screeching metallic sound. He retreated a few steps, the sword qi scattering and leaving the large pillar beside him riddled with holes. Drenched in sweat, Li Xuanling felt a searing pain in his internal organs and was unable to suppress a mouthful of blood that spilled from his lips.