Countless evil ghosts surged into the sky, drowning everything. Sun and moon lost their light.
Disguised as a Yin Clan cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining, Han Lin knelt with everyone else, not daring to show the slightest sign of anything unusual. His heart sank at the sight.
"Senior..."
He asked in a low voice.
"Don't ask me. I don't know."
The aged voice cut him off. "I've never seen anyone this strong, this cautious, and this sword-mad. It's too contradictory."
"I don't know whether he's confident. By rights, this is a gamble. He shouldn't have come now. His opponent is a celestial lord with ten thousand years of accumulated power, and they're inside his sect's formation."
"But that's none of our concern. Don't give yourself away."
"He's quite considerate in how he does things. He casually placed a concealment spell on you. Even if he loses, you won't necessarily die. Don't lose your head."
"Understood. Thank you, Senior!"
Han Lin took a deep breath, calmed his sea of consciousness, and resumed the anxious, frightened demeanor befitting an eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator.
Just then, the black sphere formed by endless layers of evil ghosts surrounding the sky suddenly froze.
A brilliant light burst from within.
Boom!
A dazzling sun erupted in the sky!
The densely packed sphere of evil ghosts exploded. Countless ghosts shrieked as they flew in every direction, but before they could hit the ground, their bodies turned to ash beneath the light of destruction and scattered on the wind.
At the heart of those shrieking ghosts, a brilliant Sword Domain rose. Centered on a young man in azure robes, it spread in every direction, devouring and destroying every ghostly creature in its path. Nothing could stop it.
"I shouldn't have come?"
"Why shouldn't I have