The Dagger Revealed

Under the ghastly pale moonlight, dozens of figures walked deeper into the streets.

Strange noises occasionally drifted from the houses along the road. Beneath the pale moonlight scattered across the ruins, an eerie, terrifying atmosphere lingered between those ancient, dark dwellings and spread through the street corners and alleys.

Every person in the group wore a black robe. The atmosphere was oppressive and solemn, like a Funeral Procession Team, leading both the dead and the living toward an unknowable, distant death.

The anomaly in this place has begun...

The silent Divine Sense Transmission carried an unprecedented gravity.

Looking into the distance, they saw that sometime earlier, boundless grayish-white mist had drifted up in the far reaches of the city ruins. The outlines of many familiar yet unfamiliar things disappeared into that mist, seemingly turning into nothingness.

Like Taotie, the mist gnawed away speck by speck at this world whose reality they could not determine. As it did, even the scenery around them flickered in imperceptible instants, like a signal screen with poor contact.

Though it lasted less than a breath, it was enough to alert every cultivator inside the room. Their neural reaction speeds had long surpassed those of ordinary people, so naturally they could detect the flickering scenes.

In that instant of less than a second, everyone could clearly see that behind the ruins lay a boundless darkness, within which blood-red Hell Strange Flowers bloomed.

The flickering visions appeared more and more frequently, eating away at the entire area speck by speck. Other than the road they walked upon, they had spread almost everywhere.

The map was exhausted; the dagger was revealed.

Though there was clearly no danger at present, this thought appeared in every cultivator's mind.

Damn it, good thing we came out of the cellar. Otherwise...

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