Ximen Chuixue was nurturing his heart, body, spirit, and sword.
Then he suddenly felt stabbing pain in the major acupoints all over his body. At the same time, he vaguely sensed an omen, as though something had set its sights on him.
Without hesitation, he sent his Sword Intent soaring into the sky, unleashing it toward the acupoints throughout his body and that unfathomable "god."
He instantly killed five or six Reincarnators who had been casting curses and severely wounded several others.
But Ximen Chuixue also felt a sharp pain in his left foot. It had become so numb that even pounding it hard brought no sensation.
He immediately realized he had been ambushed. But he clearly had not exposed his whereabouts, so why had he been targeted?
Then the sound of a baby crying rang out.
"Waaah, waaah, woo woo woo..."
Ximen Chuixue inexplicably felt a chill.
However, he had never believed in Ghost Gods. He merely judged that it was probably some kind of colorless, odorless poison gas. That was troublesome. With one leg numb, Ximen Chuixue's strength might not have been cut in half, but he had at least lost thirty percent of it.
The crucial point was that Ximen Chuixue's Sword Intent had not locked onto anyone.
In other words, there was no one nearby?
How was that possible? Ximen Chuixue was extremely formidable. Even Lu Xiaofeng or Sikong Zhaixing could not conceal themselves near him. They had cultivated their minds to the point where their awareness could extend beyond their bodies. Under such circumstances, even ants moving house underground would be revealed in full detail to Ximen Chuixue's senses.
Then Ximen Chuixue saw a baby.
But this baby was covered in bluish-purple skin, the sort of purple-blue that made it obvious at a glance that