Sound was not actually sound, but rather a certain piece of information deeply hidden in the depths of the void that only externalized at the exact moment Yu Ci captured it, transforming into sound waves he could understand. Its essence was like a long fishing line cast far out, thrown by the most practiced angler, which instantly hooked its target on the other side of the void.
The inner and outer voids stirred with minor ripples—that was the resonance of a void divine ability. Given Yu Ci's current state, which was close to annihilation, no matter how weak the fluctuation, it felt like the beating of a war drum, let alone when that tremor could truly be called clear and steady.
The information was exceedingly clear, its source laid out right before his eyes, plainly originating from within the Cloud Tower Tree. The only thing affecting him was a reaction slightly dulled by drowsiness.
An impending slip into sleep made his memories from a few years ago somewhat hazy, but Yu Ci still managed to grasp the most crucial link: that kind of tone, that kind of content—the only person he could associate it with was Qu Wujie.
That old senior's consciousness had long since vanished into smoke and ashes, yet if he had left behind any contingency methods within the Cloud Tower Tree, Yu Ci would not be surprised at all. In Qu Wujie's plan, the Cloud Tower Tree was the beacon for the return of the seventeen sword immortals trapped within the Land of Eternal Damnation; Yu Ci was merely a caretaker and had no business managing how that person designed things, but at a time like this, it was far too untimely...
The current situation clearly did not allow Yu Ci to think too much. Severe sleepiness