While the cultivators on the Heaven-Mending Platform were still marveling at Zuo Yijian's fortune, the Taixuan Sect sensed that something was wrong, because the pressure enveloping heaven and earth was growing stronger and stronger.
The snow filling the sky was growing thin, as if the bitter winter were about to end.
Inside the Third Medicine Valley, Shenxinzi, seated beneath a tree, lifted his head to look, his brows tightly furrowed, and began counting on his fingers to make a divination.
Ji Xiaoyu walked out from inside the house and looked up at the snowy firmament. In her eyes was reflected a towering figure.
Sun Moon Dark Emperor appeared out of thin air beside her, his expression grave, and said, "The aura of an Immortal King!"
Ji Xiaoyu turned to look at him and asked, "What is an Immortal King?"
She had recovered many memories from her previous life, but there were always gaps; it was precisely because of that that she could still maintain the will of this life.
"An Immortal King is a Free Immortal who gathers the destiny of heaven and earth into one body. They have endured the Reincarnation Calamity, and their magic power can be said to pierce heaven and penetrate earth, impossible to measure," Sun Moon Dark Emperor said with his head raised, his face solemn.
He continued, "This Immortal King's aura is wrong. There is a dense aura of death."
"What do you mean?" Ji Xiaoyu asked with a frown.
"I'm not clear either, but one thing is certain: disaster is bearing down on the Heavenly Spirit Great World..." Sun Moon Dark Emperor said, taking a deep breath. His eyes flickered, and no one knew what he was thinking.
After Ji Xiaoyu heard this, she shifted her gaze back to the sky and watched