Because his fleshly body had reached such an incredible pinnacle of power, he had formed… a Qi and Blood Nascent Soul!!
When the Nascent Soul appeared, Meng Hao’s Cultivation base immediately began to emanate ripples. His hair whipped about, and his Cultivation base exploded with power. In this instant, Meng Hao… could sense the fluctuations of an eighth Nascent Soul!!
“Spirit Severing is within… the Eighth Anima!” he thought, panting as he gained enlightenment.
Meanwhile….
An old man sped along beneath the Seventh Peak, nearing the forbidden area where Meng Hao and Zhixiang were.
The old man came to a stop and looked up, his eyes gleaming coldly.
This man was none other than Patriarch Huyan.
“I can sense that little bastard Meng Hao inside there,” he thought. “He has my precious treasure…. However, it belongs to the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe, so even though he stole it away, he won’t be able to use it.
“When I was in the Second Plane, I was able to acquire the information I sought regarding its secrets….” He smiled coldly as he took a few steps back. Lifting his right hand, he quickly began to set up restrictive spells on the ground around him.
“Meng Hao, I’m going to bury you in this place. I’ll wait here for you to come out, and when you do, I’ll splatter your blood everywhere!” Smiling coldly, he finished setting up the spells, then took a deep breath and sat down cross-legged.
“Not even of Spirit Severing, yet you dare to fight with me!? In the Third Plane, the Demon Immortal Sect seals all personal items. Your mastiff won’t be able to appear, so you won’t be able to fuse with it to borrow the power of Spirit Severing.
“Well then, you shall die.” Intense killing intent appeared in Patriarch Huyan’s eyes.
“I’ll kill you, then I’ll go back and wipe out that Golden Crow Tribe of yours to join you in burial!”