Back in his hotel room, Huang Tian washed up, then opened his phone. The "White Land Young Martial Artists Fellowship" group chat had "99+" new messages. He tapped it.
The earliest message was from over half an hour ago.
"Group owner He Zhengtong: @everyone, run! Take your families and run! A void passage has appeared in White Land City. Before long, the outer gods' servants will descend through it and slaughter everyone. I've already fled the city with my teacher!"
"Liu Xuexue: By void passage, do you mean that blood-red pillar of light in the sky?"
"Group owner He Zhengtong: Yes. I didn't recognize it at first either; my teacher told me. Don't worry about that now. Run! Every time a void passage opens, at least one or two Martial Path Master-level servants descend. We can't stop them!"
"Steamed Cake Laughs: Thanks for the warning, group owner. I'm packing up and getting out—no, I'm leaving everything and running!"
"+1—"
A flood of "+1" messages followed. The chat then fell silent for nearly twenty minutes before someone finally posted again.
"Qu Xiao (Come to me for pills and potions~): Holy shit, I stayed up all night and only just woke up. What happened? What void passage? What outer gods?
"I just stood by the window and looked toward that pillar of light. It's quiet over there. I didn't see any monsters, fires, or explosions. It looks like any ordinary night."
"Group owner He Zhengtong: Huh? Are you sure? Seriously?"
"Qu Xiao: I'm not lying. Night view.jpg, night view.jpg. I just took these two photos. See how peaceful the area around the pillar looks?"
"Group owner He Zhengtong: ...I don't understand. Has my teacher gone senile? He should be able to recognize a void passage. And it's not just the Primordial Truth