In the sixteenth year of Xiao Emperor's reign, the nineteenth day of the fourth month: Grain Rain.
A fine drizzle fell without end from the sky, scattering down like threads of silk.
Within the ruined ancient city, the walls had collapsed, the gates had rotted away, and broken walls and crumbling ruins filled the city, permeated by an ancient, mysterious aura. At the entrance to one palace, the stone doors were carved with obscure talismans and patterns.
Boom!!!
With a thunderous roar, the surrounding palaces were shaken until dust flew everywhere.
In an instant, dozens of figures fled in panic from the palace entrance.
Strange black mist surged out from within the palace, swallowing everything in its path.
The black mist moved with incredible speed. The dozens of martial artists who had escaped the palace were suddenly engulfed, struggling violently within it.
A few breaths later, the black mist withdrew into the palace. Dozens of gleaming white skeletons had been added to the shattered ground.
Shortly afterward, golden light flickered in the sky, suspended in midair. An old man wearing a crow-blue Kesī Robe with dark Western floral patterns emerged from the golden radiance, flanked by two burly, rugged men.
At the same time, another rumble sounded from within the palace. An old man in a short shirt then walked out, his body covered in black, filthy blood, one hand tightly clutching a ball of black mist.
The moment he stepped out of the palace, he lightly clenched his hand. The ball of black mist instantly shattered, letting out a string of shrill, bizarre screams before completely dissipating.
The old man then slowly raised his head and met the gazes of the three people in the air.
"Sun Qian, your Martial Temple truly knows how to sit still." The old