As the last chilling, hoarse murmur drifting over the ruins of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect scattered with the wind, the three terrifying shadow auras raging through Heaven Dou City finally lost their source completely.
The night sky was still smothered beneath thick, leaden black clouds. Wild winds threaded through the empty streets, letting out shrill howls like wailing ghosts and wolves.
The air was filled with the sharp stench of blood and a nauseating reek of decay. The entire Heaven Dou City seemed to have become a vast graveyard, sunk into deathly silence.
And yet, at the center of that dead silence, a storm powerful enough to shake heaven and earth was brewing on the top floor of Star Gazing Pavilion.
Han Yuchen lounged lazily against a red sandalwood armchair, his long fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.
At the very instant the third Shadow Emissary fell, the [Star Atlas] hovering before his chest suddenly erupted with an extremely violent hum.
"Buzz—!"
Its ancient, heavy pages flipped wildly without any wind.
The originally gentle starlight turned a deep dark gold in that moment, and an indescribably terrifying devouring force expanded madly outward with Star Gazing Pavilion at its center, like an invisible black hole.
The three strands of High-Dimensional Shadow Origin left on the battlefield had originally been trying to seep underground and return to that mysterious formation core.
But before the Atlas's tyrannical devouring laws, they had no power to resist at all.
Crossing the distance of space, three pitch-black torrents of energy, each radiating an extreme coldness and evil aura, were forcibly pulled from beneath the earth. They became three roaring black dragons, smashing straight through the window lattice of Star Gazing Pavilion and surging madly into the bottomless pages of the [Star Atlas].
Deep within