Ever since he escaped from the Twin Immortals Sect, Yu Ci had never experienced being grabbed by the collar and hauled off like that. For a moment he actually forgot his humiliation and simply went blank. Moreover, the fingers behind his neck were encased in metal, ice-cold and sinking straight into his marrow, possessing a strange power that froze a person's thoughts. By the time he recovered his wits, he was already well over three miles away, with nothing meeting his eyes except the deep, silent starry sky. He had already lost all sense of heaven, earth, and the four cardinal directions, and this time he was left even more utterly bewildered.
Inside the Inner Void, Xuanhuang did not know why, but the shouting had also grown softer, merely rattling off a string of place names: "Heart-Right Hall, Sword-Washing Lake, Heavenly Star Palace..."
These were precisely the locations Yu Ci had passed through. Slowly, Xuanhuang's mental intent revealed a grave tone: "Sword-Unsheathing Pavilion, Heavenly Wheel Dharma Hall, Garden of Life and Death! How is he so familiar with this?"
"Can you make yourself clear!"
For over a decade Yu Ci had never suffered such utterly shameful humiliation. Recovering his senses, he was then set ablaze with anger by the rapid sequence of place names, and finally could not help roaring loudly inside the Inner Void. Affected by this, the entire void trembled and rippled, the Life and Death Talisman flickering erratically, while the surrounding divine power manifestations also twisted and coiled as if they might shatter at any moment.
Seeing this, Yu Ci felt a chill run through him, bringing sudden clarity. The Inner Void was the direct reflection of his form and spirit, and such turmoil was clearly no good thing. He steadied his mind, a shudder running through