The supernatural aura was vast and boundless.
It shook the sky.
The Stone Bridge was like an Earth Dragon emerging from the ground, stretching straight into the heavens.
When the flood had come to the city and the pagoda had appeared, there had also been a moss-covered stone bridge spanning the floodwaters, with a Dragon Slaying Sword hanging beneath it.
Obviously.
The two looked similar in shape, differing only in detail. They must have come from the same source.
Upon the mottled, ancient Stone Bridge.
A hunched, deathly silent old woman revealed her true form. Her wrinkled face wore a kindly expression, yet her eyes radiated a sinister chill.
If the three people the Prayer Association had sent to Southern Border had been here.
They would certainly have recognized her as the old woman who had exchanged a blow with Bridal Lady!
The battle between Blanket and the Evil Flower.
The Evil Flower had summoned the mysterious Bridal Lady.
And the one who had blocked a Half-God's strike for Blanket was this very old woman.
Yet no one had expected.
She was actually a remnant of the Nether Era Age!
Even with her true body sealed, she could still strike from thousands of miles away and save the monster of Southern Border.
It was truly inconceivable.
At the same time.
The pagoda's ghostly light flickered.
The writing on the gravestone looked as though it had been soaked in blood. Amid the dark-blue halo, it radiated an eerie, bewitching beauty, slowly outlining another stern-faced middle-aged man.
He wore a green robe and held a treasured sword, looking just like a swordsman from a painting.
Behind him.
The pagoda's gate slowly opened. A phantom strolled out, appearing and disappearing at intervals. Black and white flickered uncertainly around it, outlining a human-shaped silhouette.