Young Man

All the slain Myriad Poison Sect disciples died with their eyes open, their eyes bulging wide. Reflected in their unfocused pupils was blue-white solid ice, and astonishment lingered on their faces.

Until their deaths, they had never dared imagine that Luo Yunji would start killing without even saying a word!

Yan Hui was frightened by Luo Yunji's viciousness, and his body trembled slightly as he took a step back.

Luo Yunji slowly circled around the thicket of ice spikes and continued walking into the valley.

Along the way, every cluster of ice spikes was hung full of corpses. Blood dyed the icy blue red; under the sunlight, it carried a tragic, desolate beauty.

Zhang Xiaofan woke on the seventh day after Luo Yunji left the Imperial City. When he learned where Luo Yunji had gone, he immediately chased after him. Duan Ming and Tian Linger were left far behind.

Liao Xing had wanted to follow as well, but because he had exhausted himself using spiritual power at full strength for the first time to save people, his meridians had been damaged and torn. Now he could not get out of bed at all, and could only lie there anxiously, complaining.

"Father! We can't let him go alone!" Liao Xing looked at Liao Zhihe, who stood by the head of the bed, his eyes full of pleading.

"..." The worry in Liao Zhihe's eyes was no less than anyone else's—only more. He knew Liao Xing was right, but cultivators... when it came to them, there truly was nothing he could do.

"Let me go!" Liao Xing knew Liao Zhihe's difficulties too. He lifted his head and struggled to sit up, but with every movement, his whole body felt as if it were being stabbed by needles, the piercing pain unbearable.

"Lie