A part of his divine sense, carrying a flying sword, flew out, traversing mountains and rivers, to the body of the woman who hadn't betrayed him.
His thoughts were completely engulfed in darkness at this moment, until, after a vast expanse of darkness, some fragments appeared.
It was his body being dissected, with his arms and legs mounted on Berick.
Xiu Nuo calculated the time; it must be that so-called "Divine Creation Plan," right?
But shortly after, Pei Shiqi's consciousness awoke again, this time, it was the damned national fortune seeking rebirth through his body!
Everything stopped abruptly here, as Pei Shiqi looked at Xiu Nuo in front of him and grinned, saying: "Am I... such a failure?"
Seeing Xiu Nuo's complicated expression, Pei Shiqi continued: "I, a proud genius of the Purple Cloud Immortal Sect, a cultivator at the ninth level of Nascent Soul, actually being used as a puppet by a mortal's national fortune, and being schemed against by a group of mortals!"
