Such an extraordinary figure broadened Qizhen's horizons as well. She also had a vague impression that she had heard this Daoist's name somewhere before, yet some inexplicable obstruction kept the memory hazy.
After a brief thought, the flying boat had already vanished without a trace. She hurriedly turned the carriage around, intending to resume the pursuit, when Yu Ci in the carriage suddenly spoke:
"Wait."
Qizhen did not know what Yu Ci intended, but she carried out his order without the slightest discount, suspending the carriage in midair.
After giving the command, Yu Ci remained silent. Qizhen said nothing either. Some twenty breaths later, a fierce wind suddenly swept across the skies above the marshlands, rolling over a thousand miles and setting the mist surging violently, neither fully dispersing nor remaining intact.
The mist streamed past before Qizhen's eyes. She blinked unconsciously, her heartbeat accelerating. Beyond the limits of her sight, an immense pressure was rolling in.
She instinctively looked up and saw a blood-red sun burst through the tribulation clouds.
Its radiance stabbed into Qizhen's eyes, nearly bringing tears to them, and the strings of her heart trembled all the faster. Still, with someone to rely on behind her, she steadied herself and looked more closely, immediately discerning the truth:
What sun was this? At its center was a black line, splitting apart to either side and revealing a core of utterly different, ghostly green color, like a gigantic eye slowly opening.
The blood sun was its eye socket, the black line its eyelid, and that ghostly green region was naturally its pupil.
How could the tribulation clouds permit another's aura to circulate within them?
At once, lightning gathered around the giant eye, circling and bombarding it. The blood-red ring around it twisted from time to time.
Yet at