Thud! Clatter!
Halfway up Gui-Zhe Holy Mountain, a bloodstained figure stumbled and ran, carrying a mirror as he hurried down the mountain.
"Brothers, I'm panicking right now."
"I don't know why, but that Qin Clan Demisaint suddenly wants to kill me. I didn't offend him, did I?"
"I know you're all shocked. How did insignificant Feng Zhongzui escape death at the hands of a Demisaint? How could I be so powerful?"
"Honestly, I'm shocked too!"
"My Illusion Sword Technique is only barely at the First Realm. Just now, I couldn't even execute Spacetime Leap. Seeing that old man wreathed in demonic energy and clearly in the wrong state, I was possessed by a ghost and sent him a 'Mirage in the Mirror, Moon in the Water.'"
"I actually controlled him!"
Feng Zhongzui held the Dao Transmission Mirror up at himself.
The mirror reflected half his terrified face. The greater part of it showed Qin Duan, the Demisaint high above the mountaintop, barking madly like a dog.
"I can't stay in the air. It's too dangerous now; I need to flee on foot."
"Brothers, I don't know whether you believe in this concept of a 'field'... It's hard for me to describe exactly what I mean. In short, the atmosphere on Gui-Zhe Holy Mountain is wrong!"
"My body feels so cold, the kind of cold that feels like I'm about to die... When I was transmitting the Dao here before, I had no concept of life and death. Now, I keep feeling like I'll collapse the very next breath!"
Feng Zhongzui ran while looking back, his words spilling faster and faster. "I've always been very sensitive—when it comes to things like a 'field,' I think Demisaint Qin has been similarly affected, but he's more emotional?"
"But the change came too suddenly.