Nine deep-purple divine chains of law wreathed her body, her aura profound and boundless.
She was the Yin Moon Ghost Lord, ruler of the Shattered Sky Bone Plain, whose cultivation had reached the pinnacle of Heavenly Lord.
Suddenly, hurried, heavy footsteps sounded outside the secret chamber.
Then someone pounded hard on its doors.
"Ghost Lord, disaster has struck!"
The Yin Moon Ghost Lord slowly opened her eyes, and the divine chains of law around her sank back into her body.
Her brows furrowed slightly, her voice icy.
"What disgraceful panic. What has happened outside?"
The Black-robed elder knelt prostrate outside the doors, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Ghost Lord, the gates... the gates have been breached!"
"A powerful being who infiltrated from the outside world is cutting his way from the southern gate to the city lord's manor with a sword!"
"The Seventh Patrol Envoy has fallen, and the southern gate's entire garrison has been wiped out. The five commanding yin generals perished, their cultivation extinguished, without surviving even a single move!"
"He has already fought his way to the inner city's plaza. He's less than ten miles from the central hall!"
The Yin Moon Ghost Lord rose, her purple dress stirring in the breeze.
"What?"
"The southern garrison and five True Lord commanders couldn't hold him off for even a moment?"
She had held this territory for over three thousand years, and Yin Moon City's defenses ranked among the strongest of the Outer Domain's thirteen territories.
Even a Heavenly Lord from another territory would have needed considerable effort to breach its gates.
Yet an outsider had swept through half the city in so little time.
"What cultivation realm is he in?"
"I... I do not know." The Black-robed elder pressed his forehead to the ground, cold sweat streaming down his