Yama Invites Him to a Feast, but Master Shou Won't Budge; Blade of the Fallen Kingdom Makes Them All Submit

"Hello, hello... can you... hear me...?"

"Feng Zhong... how's your... connection...?"

"Alright... testing... point tremor return penetration, stored interception slant unload stack... Eh, seems like it works?"

Across the Five Domains, half of the Holy Mountain battle footage broadcast through the Dao Transmission Mirrors abruptly vanished.

In its place was a grainy, gray, blurry image filled with static, along with a sweet, timid female voice.

The Spirit Cultivators watching the battle were not having any of it. They exploded at once.

"Feng Zhongzui, quit shaking your hands! Half the picture's gone!"

"We just praised you twice and you're already floating on air? Put Nine-Sacrifice Osmanthus Auntie's footage back on, damn it! Did Ai Cangsheng shoot your mirror to pieces? Why's it so blurry?!"

"Who's speaking? That's not the Northern Sword Immortal's voice, right... Feng Zhongzui, you'd better shut up! Who wants to hear you acting cute? I'm going to puke!"

"Great Emperor Cangsheng finally fired, and your hands started shaking? What the hell is this?!"

Amid the wild stream of complaints, the other half of the static-blurred image suddenly changed, becoming incomparably clear.

A head covered in blood and grime, its hair hanging loose, pressed against the screen like a terrifying female ghost.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Feng Tian... uh, cough cough, sorry, something got stuck in my throat..."

Before Dao Transmission Mirrors throughout the Five Domains, countless people instantly used Blood Escape, clearing crowds for dozens of yards.

"Fuck your grandfather! What kind of ghostly thing is this? Get the hell away from me!"

"Feng Zhongzui, are you sick? Did you put on one of those Ancient Sword Arts training recordings you secretly watch all the time? You might be into this, but I sure as hell am not!"

"Female ghost! Back, back, back!"

The female ghost pulled