When Jiang Tian opened his eyes again, his surroundings had completely changed.
Pitch-black.
A darkness so deep he could not see his hand before his face.
His Divine Sense was suppressed to within one meter of his body. The moment he tried to probe farther, it was like a clay ox sinking into the sea—nothing could be sensed. The silence around him was terrifying; even his own breathing was crystal clear.
"My name is... Dark Night Asura True Lord."
A majestic, weighty voice boomed through the darkness like a great bell, making his eardrums hum.
The darkness around him began to churn violently, as though it had come alive. Countless streams of black mist gathered from every direction, wildly condensing, intertwining, and taking shape before Jiang Tian. In the end, they formed a towering figure with Three Heads and Six Arms, fully three zhang tall, looking down at him from above.
The head in the middle belonged to a young man, with sword-like brows and starry eyes. A vertical mark sat between his brows, like a closed eye. The head on the left was that of a child, its chubby face wearing a smile.
The head on the right belonged to a decrepit old man, his beard and hair completely white, his face covered in wrinkles.
Its six arms held six different Dharma artifacts: a sword, a saber, an array disk, a cauldron, a flute, and a bow. Every one of them radiated a cold, ghostly glow.
At first glance, it resembled the Dharma Aspect previously displayed by the demonic cultivator possessed by the White Lotus Sect Master, yet it was fundamentally different.
That demonic cultivator's aura had been purely sinister and frigid, but although the figure before him carried the same chill, there was also an upright, solemn grandeur