The dagger passed through Qi Hong’s head. His face still had its terrified, unwilling, and perplexed expression.

Just before his death, he had assumed that there was no way Long Chen could break free from this formation. The Treasure Gathering Bowl was condensed from faith energy, and it also had the combined power of thirty-six World Kings. Unless Long Chen’s power was many times greater than those thirty-six World Kings, he would be a bird caught in a cage.

For Long Chen to suddenly break out of that cage effortlessly, even in death, Qi Hong felt unwilling.

Qi Hong’s corpse slowly fell to the ground. Long Chen then shattered his soul and saw a palm-sized piece of beautiful jade in his memories.

This jade had a beautiful snowflake mark twinkling within it, and it actually pulsed...