Beacon Tower

Bai Yujun discovered that someone was interfering with her control over the nearby weather.

She had originally planned to summon hail and gale-force winds the moment she reached the fortress, wiping out the corpse tide directly. No matter how great their numbers, they meant nothing before extreme weather or even a typhoon. It was not Bai boasting—within only a few days, she could turn every rotting corpse into mush, far more formidable than those legendary arts.

Yet after several attempts, she found herself unable to disperse the gray deathly aura.

Mountain Peak Beacon Tower.

Early autumn had arrived. The cool winds of the Northern Lands could already be felt blowing southward, and the grass was yellowing.

Bai Yujun, her master Yu Rong, Yang Mu, and Xu Ling stood atop the Beacon Tower, gazing beyond the Great Wall. Bai Yujun closed her eyes and searched, hoping to find that terrifying presence which had yet to reveal itself.

She entered that special state once more, her Divine Soul searching for anomalies within another mysterious world.

She saw many phantom silhouettes representing powerful beings. Those emitting dense gray-black deathly aura were zombies. Shadow after shadow blurred together, their features impossible to make out, as though they were whispering in her ears. Even covering her ears could not block them...

Her mind grew restless and agitated. The whispers left Bai Yujun feeling oppressed.

Her delicate brows knitted tightly as she struggled to eliminate the interference and resist the inexplicable fear. The precious pearl above her head emitted waves of gentle multicolored light, protecting her Divine Soul.

The mysterious world she had seen before had been tranquil and gentle, but now it was filled with gray-black haze. It was as if dozens, hundreds, thousands of people were whispering in her ears, rustling indistinctly, impossible to