A thunderous boom rang out!
Sect Master Tongtian's Violet Palace was instantly blown apart!
Ying Zheng, standing to the side, was shocked by the sight!
He watched helplessly as Sect Master Tongtian's head exploded, vanishing in an instant.
The headless corpse remained standing there, looking incredibly eerie.
Ying Zheng's eyes widened. He simply couldn't believe that Sect Master Tongtian had actually been blown apart.
Who had done this?
Could it have been Afang?
Just then, Ying Zheng suddenly saw a pair of deep, ghostly eyes staring at him from within a mass of pitch-black mist in the void!
The moment his eyes met theirs, Ying Zheng suddenly stood there motionless.
His primordial spirit had already leaped out through the crown of his head—his spirit had left his body!
Ying Zheng felt his primordial spirit being frantically tugged by an invisible force, lunging toward that strange mass of black mist!
What was going on? What exactly was that mass of mist?
The instant the thought arose in Ying Zheng's mind, his primordial spirit had already entered the black mist.
He could feel his primordial spirit merging into the black mist, his consciousness rapidly fading and vanishing!
Then Ying Zheng's consciousness disappeared.
No one knew how much time had passed.
Ying Zheng suddenly awoke. He opened his eyes and found himself lying in his bedchamber.
A faint zither melody sounded beside him. The music was ancient and profound, and merely listening to it left his mind clear and serene!
Ying Zheng suddenly remembered what had happened earlier. Hadn't his primordial spirit been dissolved and devoured by that strange black mist in the void?
How had he suddenly regained consciousness?
Ying Zheng sat up and saw a tall, imposing figure playing an ancient zither in the distance.
A look of filial longing immediately