The moment Zhang Wuhen crushed the amber-like Xuan Jade that had housed her life force, most of its divine power was absorbed into her being to fuel her final struggle against Sun Hewu’s Seven Star Net Formation. Yet in her haste, she had been unable to absorb all its divine power. Countless shimmering fragments now floated freely through the air, scattering like fireflies in the night sky.0

Qi Xuansu stared at the falling lights, barely concealing his excitement.1

To a Pseudo-Immortal, these fragments were like breadcrumbs—insignificant and unworthy of notice. But to an ant, like Qi Xuansu, these crumbs were his sustenance.0

Without regard for the lingering aftershocks of battle, Qi Xuansu began to stride toward Xingye Lake.0

Seeing this, Yao Pei grabbed him firmly, halting his advance. “Have you lost your mind?! Do you want to die? I know you need divine power, but you should wait. These are already purified, so the divine power won’t simply vanish like incense power. Besides, Zhang Wuhen won’t linger in the Wanxiang Daoist Palace for long. We’ll get our chance later.”0

Qi Xuansu snapped back to his senses. Yao Pei was right. As long as he was alive, he could always find other means to get divine power. But if he lost his life,...0