As the sword cry rang out, dark Great Dao power surged across Candle Nether Mountain like the tides.
It was as though this mountain, transformed from the Torch Dragon's body, had awakened from its silence of countless ages.
Ye Qinghe and Ye Xun were doing all right.
Only Old Butcher felt an oppressive force bearing down on him head-on. His expression changed slightly, and just as he was about to circulate his cultivation to resist and dispel it, Su Yi's voice rang out:
"Do not resist. Otherwise, once this mountain's Candle Nether Law truly erupts, you will not be able to withstand it."
Old Butcher's pupils contracted, and he did not dare move rashly.
Meanwhile, Su Yi stepped through the air and looked toward the cliff terrace halfway up the mountain. A faint smile touched his lips. "Immortal Youxue, it has been a long time."
Crash!
With those words alone, the tide-like dark power abruptly receded and faded.
Halfway up Candle Nether Mountain, a vast white glow shot into the heavens and transformed into a graceful, illusory figure.
Her ink-black hair was piled high, and she wore plain, wide-sleeved ancient robes. She looked like a girl of sixteen or seventeen, with clear, spirited brows and eyes, and skin white as snow.
Strands of dark Dao light condensed into a rain of flowers that drifted from her slender, upright figure, making her bearing even more cold, aloof, and proud.
Her pair of eyes were as profound and boundless as the sky of eternal night. A mere distant glance at them made one's heart tremble, like an ordinary mortal gazing up at a dark night sky.
She stood in the void, yet seemed like a deity who ruled Candle Nether Mountain, possessing the majesty to look down upon all living beings.
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