In a daze, in darkness, blackness obscured not only their vision, but also their senses—and even their perception. When Yin Ancestor stepped into the cabin, Liu Shang, Yun Yue, and You Hu, who had been standing nearby, seemed to have their sight, hearing, and touch stripped away. They could no longer distinguish up from down or left from right, nor grasp the passage of time.
This strange phenomenon did not come from "Yin Ancestor" Xu Bei, but from the young master beside him—"Night Emperor" Huo Lishang!
He wore plain white robes and had a refreshing smile. In the murky confusion, he was the only radiance, fixing up and down, dividing front from back, as though only he could prove that they existed and that heaven and earth had not been destroyed!
"Could it be that, without us noticing, the real young master and the fake one have exchanged identities again?" Liu Shang's gaze was dull, and this was the only thought circling through her mind.
Yun Yue, meanwhile, thought in a daze, The Thousand Illusions Mask truly deserves to be called a divine-armament-grade treasure. Even its power transmitted across space and the aura it displayed are this formidable...
As for the usually sharp and clever You Hu, she was first bewildered, then shuddered. A chill rose from the depths of her heart. "Three years ago, the young master fought 'Red Emperor' Sun Chuci of the Five Elders and Immortals in the Feixiang Realm of the Sea of Clouds. Though they stopped after exchanging a few moves, when facing a great figure at the Earth Immortal level, the young master still went all out. Yet even then, he did not possess such a wondrous, terrifying aura. Even Red Emperor seemed to lack a few degrees of that lofty, unfathomable quality!"
"Who...