Rain poured in torrents, soybean-sized drops battering down on them, striking the tiles with crisp clatters and splashing dense ripples across the mud.
The world was a blur, and all they could hear was the incessant patter of rain.
This was hardly rain—it was as though Heaven had opened the floodgates of the celestial river, unleashing a deluge upon the mortal world.
Zhang Yuanqing had never seen such terrifying rain. Enduring the throbbing pain in his swelling head, he shook out the Yin-Yang Robe and draped it over himself.
He had intended to use the robe's power to repel the rain and gain a clear view, only to discover in shock that the Yin-Yang Robe's water-control skill had vanished.
No, it had not vanished. The water-control skill had been suppressed—suppressed by a power of a higher rank.
Huang Taiji noticed the anomaly as well and said gravely:
"Try using the Star Escape Art to leave the morgue."
Before his words had faded, Yuanshi Tianzun had already turned into dreamlike starlight and vanished, only to reappear at the morgue's gate.
"Godfather, we can't get out!" Zhang Yuanqing shoved at the wooden gate riddled with wormholes, then turned and shouted.
"Mirror world!" Huang Taiji's expression had never been so grave. "This is power beyond the Saint Realm. We're in a mirror world—we can't get out."
We can't get out... Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank as he looked up at the pouring rain.
What had he ever done to deserve fighting a boss like this?
"Ah!!"
A sharp, urgent scream rang out from inside the morgue. It came from Zhao Youcai.
Yi Chuanmei let out a coquettish giggle, utterly delighted. "My side quest is complete. You all have to die."
She sat cross-legged in the rain, bedraggled and hanging by a thread. Yet her