Disaster Erupts

In the afternoon, the sky hung dark and heavy, black clouds rolling as though another thunderstorm was about to descend.

At the northern edge of the city, by the Outer City.

Lin Nan stood with his hands behind his back. Ten-odd meters ahead of him was a layer of white mist that cut off the inner and outer city walls.

"Reporting to Senior Brother, everyone has arrived."

The people from True Yang Temple and the White Snake Martial School had thick ropes tied around their waists, linked end to end. They stood in a line like a long dragon, numbering roughly a hundred.

Everyone clutched several Jade Talismans tightly in their hands. At intervals along the rope—this time, most people had not followed them. Without the Sun-Slaying Evil-Bane Sword to clear the way, forcing their way through the mist was exceedingly dangerous. Unless driven into a corner, no one wished to take such a risk.

To avoid the Inner City's eyes and ears.

Lin Nan and the others had spent half a day winding through back paths, twisting and turning all the way, and had finally reached outside the northern city gate by the hour of Shen that afternoon.

"Are you sure this will work? The mist can bewilder the mind. Ancient records say that inside it, one gradually loses their sense of touch and sight. In the end, all five senses become false, and the whole person vanishes forever into the mist...

Yan Jingqiu's expression was grave as frost. Behind her, everyone wore worried looks.

Lin Nan did not answer. He merely looked toward the Inner City and waited in silence.

Before setting out, he had crushed the final black jade pendant Li Nianru had given him.

He had waited until now, yet there was still not the slightest