Hah!
A fierce wind rose from Lingyu Mountain and entered through Fusang City's west gate, flattening grass and blasting stones apart as it tore a shallow sword scar across the earth.
Then, thunder exploded from level ground.
Outside the Sword Pillar Flavor Formation, for thousands of miles on end, snowflakes billowed and scattered across the sky, dazzling the eye.
"This..."
Li You, sect master of the Nether Ghost Sect, stood in the air above Fusang City, watching the battle from afar.
At one moment, she felt a chill against the purple scales on her cheek, as though some force had passed through her body and swept rapidly toward her rear.
She whirled around.
Behind her, that straight sword scar flowed away like an electric serpent.
It crawled up from the ground, over walls and rooftops, split apart low, crumbled stone hills, and sped straight east.
"East!"
The three from the City of the Living Futu camp, led by the Alchemy Saint Lu Shiyu, stood even farther from the battlefield, nearly at Fusang City's eastern gate.
As they turned aside to make way for the sword scar, the wind brushing past their ears had already fled into the distance, vanishing in the blink of an eye at the edge of the Ghost Buddha Realm.
The three looked at one another. Suddenly realizing something, their scalps went numb.
"Qingju is in the east?"
"Yes, it seems to be at the Burial Sword Tomb!"
At the coastal inlet of the Central Origin Realm.
A fisherman had just hauled up a net when something like a spirit beast passed beneath his fishing boat, rocking it so violently that he staggered from side to side, unable to stand steadily.
With one slip of his hand, nearly half the fish in the net failed