Yet the situation before them was somewhat bizarre.
When that extinguished yet greedy aura awakened from the depths of Wang Xian's sea of consciousness, it seemed to have touched something—bringing forth a kind of surprise as though it had been reborn!
Or rather, within Wang Xian's consciousness, the very next instant seemed to freeze.
Time seemed to have had its throat gripped by an invisible hand; even the wind solidified in midair.
Wen Xiaoxiao on the high building slowly opened her eyes. The gentle, jade-like gaze she usually possessed now surged with scarlet light.
Her body bent slightly, her toes touched the ground, and her robes had only just begun to rise—she had yet to dash out and kill Du Yulin!
Ghosts' Bane, consumed by fury, had an old face as savage as an evil ghost. Veins bulged like earthworms crawling across his forehead, and true qi filled his palm as he prepared to disperse that strange whirlwind with a single strike.
Yet his palm hung in midair, utterly motionless!
Before the tavern, Du Yulin's face was deathly pale. Her divine sense split into countless threads and spread throughout Azure Dragon Town, frantically searching for Wang Xian's traces—
Even that wisp of divine sense had been nailed in the void, unable to advance an inch!
Everything had frozen in that instant.
The wind did not move, the flames did not sway, and even dust hung suspended in the air.
Between heaven and earth, only one thing continued to move.
In the deepest depths of Wang Xian's sea of consciousness, that fragment hidden in the innermost recesses of his mind seemed to come alive in that instant.
Like a seed that had slept for a thousand years, it had finally waited for the moment to break through the earth.
It gleamed