As the heavenly curtain shuddered, a dark hue spread across the sky, as though "ink" congealed high above had shattered. In an instant, it dyed all Thirty-Three Peaks of Donghua black.
Qi Baiyi, who had been patrolling the edges of the shadows, was swallowed on the spot without a trace of sound. It seemed that beyond that darkness blanketing heaven and earth lay a boundless world, enough to make one's heart tremble. At the same time, the cultivators on the Star Observation Platform noticed that several scrolls laid together seemed to echo this celestial omen from afar, resisting and repelling it. Yet without a medium, they could accomplish little.
"Bastard... These painted screens really are objects of suppression."
By now, the truth could not have been clearer. Ghost God Sword's expression was exceedingly grim; even with daylight obscured and the light dimmed, it could not be concealed.
Though he had long anticipated this possibility, when it truly came to pass, he still felt deeply displeased. For this proved that the person who had laid the formation had completely held their thoughts in the palm of their hand. Knowing it was a trap, they had still jumped in cleanly, driven by duty or greed.
Even as he cursed, a snow-white sword light flashed through the murky sky like lightning, breaking through the dark clouds and plunging straight toward the Star Observation Platform.
Ghost God Sword knew it was a messenger flying sword. He caught it in one hand, and his brows jumped repeatedly. "Uncle-Master Qi has sent a warning and called for aid. He wants us to notify the sect, then go support him..."
For a moment, all the cultivators on the Star Observation Platform fell silent. What kind of danger could force someone as cold, proud, and solitary as Qi