At the source of the Boundary River, the nether-sea blood tides wove together in a chaotic jumble, dyeing this patch of heaven and earth in bizarre, hallucinatory colors. There was even the sound of clashing sword qi, hammering against the ears like rolling thunder.
In this environment, Yu Zhou could not hear a single thing, nor did he care about any of it. He merely reached out to steady Yu Ci. At that moment, however, Yu Ci did not even have the strength left to raise his hand, and he seemed somewhat dazed. Yu Zhou called out to him, but received no response, so he could only shake his head and prop the young man up. Yet their positions happened to be right beside the Xuan Huang Killing Sword, and the might of the blood tides was formidable beyond measure. Just as the old Daoist straightened his waist, he staggered and was nearly blown away.
Only then did Yu Ci collect his wits, though he still seemed utterly unable to concentrate.
The old Daoist merely assumed he was grievously wounded and his divine soul damaged, unaware that within Yu Ci's ears, alongside the heaven-filling sword qi and thunder, information was flowing past. It occurred on a special plane where ordinary sensory perception found it hard to detect. Yet perhaps owing to his multiple previous exchanges with a certain entity, Yu Ci was somewhat familiar with it, and actually managed to catch fragments of words.
"A fine reason, but I fear the outcome won't be pretty." The sharp ringing of a sword sounded like annoyance, or perhaps mockery.
"One must always try."
Along with those words, the tunnel piercing the void world stabilized once more. Sensations made it feel as though the Blood Prison Ghost Manor and that completely void space