It was Xuan Huang.
Yu Ci made a judgment almost immediately. How similar this scene was to what that person had described. Yu Ci only felt that the baleful intent of this realm had turned into burning lamp oil, scorching his skin. Even with his full defense, wisps of it drilled inside, turning into toxins ten times more tyrannical than the earlier "ink," burning his meridians and breaking his pathways, further seeping into his internal organs.
This was the might of baleful intent, and also the terrifying power driven by the instinct of a lost-consciousness Xuan Huang. Aside from the erosion of the physical body, there was also extremely strong pressure at the level of the soul. That feeling was like the Ten Directions Hell Shaking Ghosts and Gods Method unleashed by the leader of the Heavy Artifact Sect, and its intensity was even greater than that, save for being slightly inferior in its targeted nature.
That person had once said that with Yu Ci's previous state, approaching within one mile of the Xuan Huang Killing Sword meant "death." Now it seemed that estimate was still being polite. Yu Ci felt that if he stayed right here for another moment or two, he might drop dead on the spot.
As for the location of the Xuan Huang Killing Sword, conservatively estimated, it was more than twenty miles away.
Yu Ci looked into the distance where the heaven and earth met, a worried expression on his face. He could sense that Xuan Huang's current state could by no means be called good. It was like a raving madman venting without restraint, but the more he did so, the further he slid toward the abyss.
Standing up, he turned around in a circle, feeling somewhat irritated. Not far behind him was the