The night hung low, and the blood moon curved like a hook.
Lush vines, like creeping fig, densely covered the entire village.
Alleys crisscrossed between the low bunkers.
Beneath the crimson moonlight, people hurried back and forth.
The guards at the village entrance stood with their spears in hand, their auras flawless and their expressions wary.
Suddenly, the space not far away rippled faintly. A figure in bloodstained golden armor appeared silently, her bright eyes glistening with tears. It was Kongmeng!
The instant she appeared, countless methods swept over her. After confirming her identity, the many attacks poised to strike quickly fell silent again, as if nothing had happened.
The two guards looked at the crisscrossing marks on her golden armor and the blood scent that still clung to her. Both solemnly bowed in greeting.
The guard on the right glanced behind her, hesitated, then asked all the same, "Yin Jiang and the others...?"
Kongmeng nodded slightly. "Senior Yin Jiang and my two companions have all fallen in battle."
The guard on the right sighed softly but asked no more, instead stepping aside to clear the way.
Kongmeng entered the village.
The village was exactly as it had been when she first arrived.
Among the busy figures of ordinary people, the Mahayana cultivators of the Eighty-one Tribulation came and went like the wind.
Everyone seemed to be in a hurry, with no time to pay attention to anyone else.
In just a few short days, Chui Yu, Xiang Zai, Yin Jiang... had all fallen, leaving her alone to make her way to the village chief's residence.
Kongmeng's emotions surged. Before she knew it, she had entered the small private courtyard.
The old man in hemp robes sat cross-legged before the main hall, eyes closed as he rested. Sensing Kongmeng's arrival,