The instant Su Fan destroyed the Evil Cult altar with a single sword strike, Lishui Commandery City, which had been dragged into the void, suddenly broke free of its restraints.
The world, which had originally seemed veiled in a layer of gray gauze, instantly shed its gloom. Withered plants regained their green, lanterns along the streets once more glowed warmly, and even the stagnant Dead Silence in the air was dispelled by the lively voices of people.
The bone-piercing chill from before receded like a tide, replaced by a warm breeze carrying the scent of earth. As it brushed across their cheeks, it even held a hint of springtime softness.
Yet one thing alone remained unchanged: the crimson Starry Sky shrouding the commandery city. It was still as eerie as if dyed in blood, and the flickering stars revealed a demonic strangeness that made people's hearts tremble.
The city's people had only just recovered from the terror of plunging into the void, and now they were all gazing up at that abnormal sky.
Some clutched their clothes and trembled. Others could not help quietly sobbing, until a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence.
At that moment, the commandery governor was pushed to the front of the crowd by a cluster of officials. His gaze immediately fell upon the Old Daoist beside him.
The Old Daoist was tall and thin, with crane-white hair and the face of a child.
He wore a loose, dark-cyan Daoist robe. The night wind was strong, making his wide sleeves and robe flap loudly. He truly possessed the bearing of an immortal.
This Old Daoist was the Celestial Master the commandery governor had specially spent a fortune inviting from White Dragon Temple in the capital to protect the nation. At this moment, however, he had