Yue Leng kept his eyes fixed on the compass, chatting with Li Youjiu in fits and starts.
The wind from Star Moon Plain had grown weak by the time it reached them.
"Something seems a little off..." Yue Leng murmured.
The Heavenly Net in his hands showed the Star Moon Plain as perfectly calm, and Jiang Green Sheep, whom he was watching closely, was bathing in starlight without a hint of anything unusual.
Yet his spiritual sense still picked up a faint discord.
Without a word, Li Youjiu opened his eyes.
With that glance, he saw Jiang Wang draw his sword and slash horizontally through the air. The blade carved a line across the sky, dividing heaven and earth and severing life from death.
It was none other than: "Though a disillusioned scholar may be down on his luck, he still cuts a dashing figure; ten years in exile, his death-bound grudge remains!"
Yet there was no enemy before him. It was as though he had taken the world itself for his opponent.
It was indeed an extraordinary sword strike, but it had come from nowhere.
"Something's happened!"
Li Youjiu shot straight into the air and sped toward Jiang Wang.
Yue Leng flipped the compass in his hand and pressed it against his other palm.
Suddenly, twelve brilliant beams of starlight descended from the heavens over Star Moon Plain, covering an area roughly fifteen zhang across, with Jiang Wang at its center.
The dazzling pillars of starlight were like heavenly columns. In an instant, they set the night over Star Moon Plain trembling.
They shone brilliantly, illuminating all four directions.
Each pillar seemed to connect heaven and earth, reaching up to the night sky and down to the solid ground.
The distance between every pair of pillars was exactly the