Taoists tend to favor direct punches. Qin Liuxi considered that she had already cultivated this essence of Taoism to the Great Perfection Realm, prioritizing the Dao Heart and executing her actions; hence, she drew a Blood Talisman with Fingertip Blood, activated by the Buddha Bone Power from that Si Luo, beneath the Grave Guardian Stone Beast to probe its effects.

As a result, the Stone Beast was destroyed, but the disasters they envisioned, like natural disasters and the devastation of all living beings, did not occur.

Does this mean that the rune drawn by the Array Eye Stone Lion set by Si Luo himself, suppressed with his own power to destroy, would not conflict?

It’s just like drawing a talisman yourself, and then making modifications to it.

"Could there be a possibility that this is just a façade?" Feng Xiu always felt that the destruction of the Stone Beast was too easy.

Qin Liuxi retorted: "Then how do you explain Fan Kong being blind?"

Feng Xiu fell silent, implying that what Fan Kong saw was not false; it really would happen.

"Whether it’s a façade is irrelevant; existence itself is reason enough, but I don’t agree with your oversimplification. The ninety-nine multiplied by eighty-one arrays, or rather eighty-one Grave Guardian Stone Beasts, have not yet been found; even if found, each must be destroyed, which is time-consuming and laborious," Qin Liuxi said. "He is well-prepared, so we are on the defensive. I still need to meticulously study the Sacrificial Heaven Formation in the Black Desert, and most importantly, the Trapped Immortal Array. To counter an array with another array is most demanding, requiring a closed cultivation without disturbances."

If he becomes a god, she must trap the god!

If he becomes a Buddha, she must destroy the Buddha!

Feng Xiu was extremely displeased: "This is akin to him manifesting minor disasters and misfortunes to hinder us, so he gains more time."

As the words fell, the two looked at each other.

Si Luo needs time; what he does is merely to stall them, fearing they might discover the true God-breaking Machine?

"No problem, Heaven has its own arrangement; it will handle it on its own!" Qin Liuxi suddenly spoke cynically.

Feng Xiu: "?"

Why suddenly become blindly confident and optimistic?

Qin Liuxi sneered: "Fate has me diligently cultivating, accumulating merit, making me the Savior. Since it wants to push me to the forefront to lead in saving the world from disaster, it must stand with us. Otherwise, the deal’s off, and seek someone else!"

If Heaven doesn’t pity me, wants me in the depths of affliction, I won’t comply, for she’s naturally averse to hardship.

If Heaven does pity me, even a tiny sign is a sweet reward.

Feng Xiu: "Right now, you seem like a cheeky rogue."

And he really liked that slickness!

To want the horse to run without feeding it; where in the world is such a good deal? If Heavenly Dao wants this little world to be at peace, it better be biased!

Even if not openly supporting us, it could at least drop some monster-defeating Magic Artifacts for protection?

Merely whipping the horse doesn’t suffice; even the horse can lose it, perhaps by collapsing in defiance.

"You moved too fast earlier, and this artifact got shattered; how do we find others?" Feng Xiu pointed to the pile of stone debris.

Qin Liuxi glared at him: "The dignified Demon Emperor, doesn’t know what duplication means? Extract its Spiritual Power and morph through the fox fur."

Feng Xiu’s face turned green; his fur was precious, you know. With a snort, he said, "If someone else ordered me like this, I would’ve devoured her long ago."

Muttering complaints, he plucked several strands of fox fur and tossed them onto the stone debris.

Nearby, the Black Python coiled on a boulder cast a vertical glance, as the strands of fox fur emitted a thin, red demonic power, like fine threads, enveloping the debris.

Instantly, the fox fur seemed disassembled by an invisible hand, strand by strand, each hair morphing into a replica of the Grave Guardian Stone Beast, with the runes on its body clearly visible.

Demons can transform endlessly, can convincingly morph into objects or people, indistinguishable without Eyes of Golden Flame.

This transformation magic, especially from the Demon Emperor.

The Black Python looked at the densely packed Grave Guardian Stone Beasts, scales tensed, pupils contracting repeatedly.

However, before it could slither away, a Grave Guardian Stone Beast, no, a strand of fur flew toward it, and Feng Xiu’s voice came too: "Remember this aura and recognize these runes, instruct your kind and other demons, if any similar Stone Beasts are found, send word to me; burning this fox fur will suffice."

"At your command, My Emperor."

The Black Python dared not disobey.

As he instructed the Black Python, Qin Liuxi had already cleared the weeds around General Zuo’s grave, straightened the tombstone, buried several Spirit Talismans and Jade in strategic locations, and hung a small mirror atop the tree, to reflect sunlight into this sunless valley.