When the wind rose again, heaven and earth dissolved into chaos.
The wind slipped out from every alley of Azure Dragon Town, every eave, every crack between the blue roof tiles.
Carrying dust and debris, it swallowed the entire town in a murky yellow haze.
The sunlight on the horizon was sliced into countless shattered flecks, flickering unsteadily amid the dust-filled mist, as though an invisible hand had stirred heaven and earth into turmoil in an instant.
Within this chaotic world, the three hundred and sixty bamboo arrows that had vanished into the wind awakened once more.
They had already shot into the void, disappearing into that mist woven from runes and spiritual power without leaving even the faintest trace.
Yet at this moment, it was as if a godly hand had passed through the world and summoned them back from nothingness one by one.
The bamboo arrows shot out from the depths of chaos, the runes Wang Xian had personally inscribed upon their shafts lighting up in succession.
Their ghostly blue radiance was particularly piercing amid the yellow wind. In an instant, three hundred and sixty streaks of light converged once more, becoming a vast rain of arrows that filled the sky.
And Wang Xian, spiritual sword in hand, still stood in the wind.
A square of black cloth covered his face. The gale whipped his robes until they snapped loudly, yet he remained utterly motionless, like a silent snow-capped mountain standing quietly in place.
If the earlier rain of arrows, embroidered needles, and three hundred and sixty grand formations had merely dealt Ghosts' Bane and Wen Xiaoxiao grievous wounds—
Then now, the winds and clouds shifted once more.
The bamboo arrows became rain, blanketing heaven and earth.
The flower needles shot out of the wind like a storm