Harvest

After bidding the old man farewell, Zhao Xuan sped down from the snowy mountain and once again stood before Blue Sunshine Castle. After taking a deep look at what lay beneath Blue Sunshine Castle, he headed southwest without looking back.

Deep beneath Blue Sunshine Castle, directly below the endless pile of dry bones, a somewhat damaged altar suddenly began to flicker with a dim black light after Zhao Xuan left.

A pitch-black mass of air escaped from the altar, burrowing through the impenetrable soil toward the surface. As though it possessed intelligence, it fled in a certain direction.

Deep underground, a faint, murmuring voice slowly drifted from the damaged altar.

"After remaining hidden for thousands of years, has the human world already become so terrifying?"

The faint voice was like sleep-talk from a dream, carrying indifference and a trace of confusion. Yet it was buried deep underground, where no one could hear it.

Zhao Xuan had indeed left the bounds of Blue Sunshine Academy. After hearing the old man's words, he was quite certain that the black gas had hidden there. Although he did not know what method it had used to evade his divine sense, the fact that it could hide from him meant that continuing to search would be futile.

Still, this trip could not be called entirely fruitless. According to the legend the old man had mentioned, he might be able to investigate the origins of the black gas through other means. Moreover, judging from how it had avoided him, it was clearly quite wary of him.

All signs indicated that the black gas was anything but ordinary. It was very likely not the power of mortals at all. After all, it had existed for far too long, leaving behind legends of itself as early as a