Chu Tianxia took out another strip of red silk. Yan Chihuo recognized at a glance that it was a superior-grade Magic Treasure, and his heart stirred slightly. Could this Magic Treasure resist the Blood Moon's corrosion?
Chu Tianxia tossed the red silk into the air, where it split into countless strands that spiraled and entwined overhead. In but a moment, they formed a massive tent.
Chu Tianxia called out, "Everyone, get inside quickly!" At once, the dozen or so Yi He Chamber of Commerce cultivators filed in one after another. Only after they had all entered did Chu Tianxia drive her carriage inside.
The moment he entered, Yan Chihuo noticed that the force emanating from the Blood Moon had weakened considerably. His heart stirred, and he said to Chu Tianxia, "Your Magic Treasure is quite extraordinary."
Chu Tianxia smiled. "This Magic Treasure of mine was refined according to the Colorful Butterfly Twin Flight Art. I only later discovered that it could weaken the Blood Moon's effects. As for why it has such an effect, I do not know either."
Yan Chihuo was taken aback and pondered inwardly. Judging from her words, she does not seem to be lying. It appears to be nothing more than a coincidence. But what connection could there be between the Blood Moon and the Colorful Butterfly Twin Flight Art?
Golden light flickered in his eyes as he stared fixedly at the red silk, committing each Restriction upon it to memory. Just then, Yan Chihuo spotted a Black-Clad Man in the distant clouds of sand and dust, staggering toward them.
Yan Chihuo was startled inwardly. Amidst this Ten-Thousand-Zhang Flying Dust, and under the Blood Moon's corrosion, this man has actually retained his sanity. His strength must be far from weak.
After walking for a while longer,