Late at Night, All Was Still

Deep in the night, all was silent.

In the heart of Eastern Ridge, a lone peak stood tall, towering thousands of zhang into the sky.

Its craggy slopes bristled with jagged rocks.

Ripples spread across the air, like waves dancing over water.

Two figures appeared soundlessly atop the peak.

The one in front wore a black robe and a jade belt. His handsome face bore the imperious majesty of one who looked down on all living things. It was none other than Li Xinge.

At his side, half a step behind, stood the Green Robed Elder, Sage Xuanji.

A gale howled across the lonely peak.

It whipped their robes into a fierce flutter.

Li Xinge stood with his hands behind his back, gazing down at the ancient land lying silent in the night.

A glint flashed in his eyes.

He saw countless streams of black energy rushing toward the peak beneath his feet.

This black energy was Killing Intent.

It was a mixture of the resentment of the dead, the aura of slaughter, and the tangled earth energies forcibly drawn from deep within the ley lines.

As if tugged by an invisible force, it converged from every direction, pouring without end into the lonely peak.

"The Fiend Gathering Array Fellow Daoist Xuanji set up is truly extraordinary."

Satisfaction showed in Li Xinge's eyes as he turned to Sage Xuanji and praised him.

Sage Xuanji stroked his beard, a trace of pride in his eyes. He chuckled. "Merely a trifling skill, my lord. You flatter me."

Li Xinge made no comment.

His figure flashed.

When he appeared again, he was halfway up the lonely peak.

Clouds and mist swirled around the mountainside, nearly solid.

Li Xinge walked forward with his hands behind his back.

The clouds and mist parted in unison,