Mi Ya stared blankly. The Eighth Barrier? She had heard her master mention it. So that was the Heart-questioning Candle, a Suppressing Artifact Zhuo Treasure.
Wang Wen's voice came through. "Shi Chu only ensured that the humans of the Eighth Barrier survived, but he couldn't teach them cultivation. Especially..." He looked toward one of the stars connected to the Heart-questioning Candle. A sword intent lingered there, refusing to dissipate. It came from a tombstone.
"Ling Xiao's grave."
The Lord of the Eighth Barrier, the Divine Sword Master Ling Xiao, was dead.
Lu Yin appeared in an instant before Ling Xiao's grave, staring at it blankly. He hadn't expected Ling Xiao to die. He was the Divine Sword Master, the Fortress Lord.
"How could he have died? During the war of the Nine Fortresses Across the Sky, the Eighth Barrier used the Heart-questioning Candle to protect itself with sword intent. Its defenses were formidable. And with Shi Chu deliberately sheltering it, Ling Xiao shouldn't have died." Lu Tongtian was baffled. He gazed at Ling Xiao's grave, sorrow in his eyes.
He remembered the days when the Nine Fortresses Across the Sky had stood tall, their lords full of confidence. Even under the pressure of the Main Dao, they had dared to create Invincible Skills, vowing to fight to the death.
How many of them were left now?
Lord Mi was dead, Xiang Xue was dead, Hong Tianlei was dead. Du Pingsheng and Mu Taidou were missing, but they were likely doomed. Only he, Hong Shuang, and Chang Chuan remained.
They had finally found the Eighth Barrier. He had thought an old friend might still be alive, but Ling Xiao was dead too.
Lu Yin raised a hand. Cause and effect gathered and dispersed, enveloping the sword intent. Gray Time wound around