Passing on the Dao

The Great Void stretched into haze.

Heaven and earth were dim, and a city seemed to stand in the distance.

Its gates lay broken, its signboard half destroyed, yet someone seemed to have added a few fresh strokes.

It no longer read Jing City. It read—"Fengdu"!

"Ahhh!"

"Yuan... you really deserve to die!"

Man stared at the ruined city in the distance, his face dark as water.

"Man... what should we do?"

Behind him, several Grand Witches exchanged glances, their faces full of resentment.

Man raised his head and looked at the sky.

A clear boundary seemed to divide heaven and earth. Once anything entered Fengdu's territory, the blazing Great Sun or bright Lunar Yin outside gave way to unbroken gloom.

It was as though a velvet curtain hung there at every moment, turning into a haze that would never lift over all of Fengdu City.

Even watching from afar, he seemed to hear countless wails. The power within him raised an alarm of its own, bringing with it the thick scent of death...

Though Man was a Grand Witch of the Shaman Terrace, he had never won the favor of a "rank" and had long been searching elsewhere for an opportunity.

He had never imagined that several Grand Witches would flee to him bearing such terrible news.

"Yue... no, Moon God! You watched all this happen... And Eastern Sovereign Taiyi... Do the sun and moon no longer shine upon Great Jing?"

Man murmured, and two streams of bloody tears ran down his face.

"Grand Witch, mind your words!"

Man could speak without restraint. After all, he had followed the Plain King for years, and his relationship with Yue was much like that of a senior and junior disciple. But he frightened the Grand Witches behind him half to death.