Chaos, boundless and vast.
Unknowing, unfeeling.
Xuanji drifted through the void storm like a corpse, with Xuanfang and Xuanxing beside him.
Their assailant had struck too swiftly and too fiercely. Never mind the disciples-even those of them in the Upper Three Realms had been gravely wounded one after another before they could react.
Too fast, too precise. The attacker had been decisive and ruthless, every move aimed at their lives. Yet they had been powerless to resist. Almost instantly, a single blow had grievously wounded each of them and robbed them of any ability to fight back.
Now Xuanji's chest had been pierced through, all his magical power scattered. His body lay rigid and unresponsive, and even his soul had sunk into a protective stupor on the brink of death.
In his daze, he could not tell whether he was awake or his soul had left his body. He could only "watch" helplessly as his body drifted farther through the void storm alongside Xuanfang's and Xuanxing's. He could not help wondering where things had gone wrong. How had the attacker ambushed them so precisely along their route? Could there be a traitor in the sect?
Recalling the attack sent another wave of dizziness through Xuanji. He could not even remember exactly how he had been defeated, or how he had ended up in this void storm.
Amid that drifting, dreamlike stupor, Xuanji seemed to "see" several familiar figures. Their clothes were ragged, as though they had survived a brutal battle. Their chests, too, had been pierced through, their bodies rigid and unresponsive. Those figures belonged to the Tianhe Dao Sect...
Xuanji jolted in alarm, feeling his soul grow a little clearer. If he had not mistaken them, those were Mingdong and the others from the Tianhe Dao Sect. Had they