Green Lamp White Hair, Like a Demon, Like an Immortal

"Something's wrong."

Suddenly, Su Yi's brows knit slightly.

Ning Sihua, already trembling with fear, stiffened slightly. "Have you noticed something amiss, Daoist?"

Su Yi asked, "If you were Bai Changhen, knowing full well that 'Feed the Sword with One's Body' could easily result in the sword devouring its master, would you have taken no precautions?"

Ning Sihua answered without hesitation, "Certainly not."

As the third-generation headmaster of the Assembly of Immortals Sword Tower, how could Bai Changhen's temperament and wisdom have left him unaware of the dangers of feeding the sword with his own body?

Su Yi said, "Which means that Bai Changhen was not suddenly killed by the Calamity Demon Sword back then. Some other upheaval must have occurred, giving the Calamity Demon Sword an opportunity to take advantage."

Ning Sihua was horrified.

The culprit who had killed Bai Changhen and brought catastrophe upon the Assembly of Immortals Sword Tower was not the Calamity Demon Sword alone?

Such a truth was undoubtedly far too terrifying!

At this moment, Su Yi's gaze turned toward the ceiling of the great hall.

The hall was immensely grand and lofty, its ceiling like a vast, rounded canopy. At the center of that canopy hung a Cyan Copper Lamp no larger than a palm.

The copper lamp was unlit and gave off no aura. Coupled with its great distance from the ground, it was easy to overlook its existence.

Yet when Su Yi saw this inconspicuous copper lamp, his eyes narrowed slightly.

His gaze shifted, returning to the seventy-two platforms standing within the hall.

Just then—

Within the Cyan Copper Lamp hanging from the ceiling, the lamp oil, red as fresh blood, silently began to writhe. A bird-shaped wick quietly extended from it.

The wick suddenly ignited, its crimson lamp glow outlining a blurry