Huh?
It was Fengyin Mountain again?
Jiang Qiao listened in silence, already piecing together a thread in his mind, but he did not interrupt.
At that moment.
After the Demon Tower's attack failed.
The other side did not stop.
The strings of wind chimes hanging there, made of who knew what, began to sway incessantly. Even in the depths of the sea, they gave off an ethereal, shadowy sound.
Sometimes near, sometimes far.
Sometimes long, sometimes short.
Sometimes bright, sometimes dim.
And alongside that eerie chime.
From all directions.
It seemed something had been activated. Strange chanting and praises drifted from the invisible void, as if echoing the sound of the wind chimes.
"The dark side."
On the altar platform of the Nine-Layered Golden Pyramid.
The Liugui Prefectural City God, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly uttered a single phrase.
"Brother Liu."
"Does the dark side truly exist?" Yan Yishu looked at him.
"It does."
The man seemed to value words like gold.
He spoke in extremely short sentences.
"As long as there are dead people, there will certainly be a dark side. We simply hadn't found it before." The Youxin Prefectural City God picked up the conversation and continued, "It is said that the dark side is the collection of all negative information."
"It corresponds to the positive side where we live. The two run parallel to each other, yet are also intertwined."
Parallel yet intersecting.
In the eyes of ordinary people, that was indeed somewhat contradictory.
But Yan Yishu did not find anything wrong with it. He merely sighed. "So they didn't have any less time to prepare than we did. I'm afraid they had been preparing for a great battle with us from the very beginning."
"How laughable."
"I kept wanting to persuade them to