Time Restriction

Message Peak on Ink Mountain was a sight of utter devastation. A world-shaking battle had reduced the famed peak, symbol of the Ink Sect's thousand years of glory, to ruin overnight.

The cold wind swept through, carrying dust and sand. Not a trace of life remained upon the dead mountain.

At that moment, the void churned, and a man in a silver-gray cloak stepped out. His gaze fell upon the Ink Sect ruins below, and a glimmer flashed through his eyes.

"What a startling Phoenix."

The entire Message Peak had been scorched into blackened earth by heavenly fire. Moonlit Tower Master walked through it, sensing the faint, lingering heat around him, his heart filled with emotion. If he had guessed correctly, these flames were the heavenly fire from deep within the Fengshui Forbidden Land. The Phoenix had actually brought it out.

The Fire Deity truly lived up to its name.

After examining the place for a long while, Moonlit Tower Master turned and headed toward the Ink Sect's secret ground. When he saw the nine ruined stone gates, traces of radiance rose once more in his eyes.

Ink Lord, were you truly dead?

A moment later, the void trembled. Moonlit Tower Master's figure faded away and vanished.

Upon the Mishui River, ripples curled softly. The red-clad figure appeared, and after returning to the Painted Boat, he never emerged again.

On the riverbank, Yin'er, who had been practicing her swordsmanship for a long time, sat by the water. Kicking at the lake water with her feet, she looked toward the Painted Boat in the middle and asked, "Little Martial Mother, is Ning Chen all right?"

"He's all right,"

A'man replied softly.

Inside the Painted Boat, Phoenix Essence and demonic energy surged. Ning Chen's gravely wounded dual bodies devoted themselves fully