Yu Ci did not step down from the carriage. He watched quietly. If, as he had determined, this Daoist truly existed in reality, then was he friend or foe? Was he the guide the boy in green had mentioned?
Even if he was, what was the reason for such an unfathomable figure to appear in the core region of the Taixiao Divine Court, where it was almost impossible for any living person to remain? During the process in which he and the Taixiao Divine Court had "dreamed together," had this man played some role?
One could not blame Yu Ci for overthinking it. The timing and location of this man's appearance were far too delicate, and the scene was far too bizarre.
As if to confirm Yu Ci's suspicions, the Daoist's half-drowsing eyes opened. Scarlet light flickered within them, while an eerie green hue seeped up from their depths, layer upon distinct layer, yet seeming endlessly stacked with no end in sight. No matter how one looked at it, such demonic strangeness was not of the orthodox mystic schools.
Yu Ci's mind fused even more tightly with the talisman edict. The power of Eternal Azure Sky was ready to erupt at a touch.
But at that moment, he saw the Daoist shift his gaze. The man first swept a glance over Yu Ci's side and seemed to smile. Then he raised a hand. By the time Yu Ci saw that the faint blackness on that hand was congealed blood, the Daoist had already drawn his fist back and slammed it heavily into his own chest.
The instant he moved and his aura surged, a rattling clamor erupted from the Platform of Investiture of the Gods. More than twenty blood-red chains, each as thick as an adult's wrist, swayed violently. Every