The head flew high, eyes widened in shock, with an unbelievable emotion deep in the pupils.
Venerable Blood Mist never imagined that with his status and strength, after ten years of preparation, everything that was once within easy reach would turn into nothingness.
In his calculations, none of this should have happened.
This time, as long as he succeeded, he could rightfully seize this small space and inherit all the legacy of the Divine Thought Patriarch.
And by wielding the power of several Blood Puppets, he would be qualified to take the final step.
Becoming the one and only Core Formation Cultivator in the Earth Desolate Mountain Realm for hundreds of years.
Everything seemed to be as he had envisioned.
Unfortunately, his over-cunning plans backfired on his own life.
Ultimately, he was thwarted by Zheng Yi, a troublemaker, whose interference not only ruined his plans but made him a stepping stone for others.
Success comes from the heavens; planning comes from man.
