The dense fog of Chaos could obscure the vision of Immortals and Buddhas, but it couldn't block the sight of a Daluo like him.
At that moment, the entire scene within the ruins was laid bare before Kunpeng's eyes.
He saw the Emperor Corpse, its chest pierced through and its body cracking, sitting upon the seat of honor. He saw Shakyamuni from the Buddha Land—who seemed on the verge of stepping into the Dao Fruit realm—smiling off to the side.
He saw the Four Emperors of the cardinal directions, their expressions filled with terror, and a young man in a bronze mask and an emperor's robe holding a sword, pressing it horizontally above the Queen Mother's head.
Hmm??
Kunpeng's expression changed abruptly. 'That sword... Qing Ping??'
'It has to be the Qing Ping Sword, doesn't it?!'
He sucked in a sharp breath.
'Is he a pawn of the one from Biyou Palace?'
'No, if he were just a pawn, why would that person hand this sword over to him?!'
