Black smoke rose across Jing Kingdom's vast territory, and endless mountains and rivers were shrouded in darkness.
The Sacred Way was gone; the mortal world was at its darkest.
All the black smoke and darkness slowly sank, eventually burrowing deep into the earth.
The land of Jing Kingdom was three parts darker than usual.
Everyone returned to normal, but then they felt as if they had lost something. It was like waking from sleep—their minds felt blank, their bodies light and drifting.
At this moment, Fang Yun used the power of the Temple of Sages, his divine consciousness looking down upon heaven and earth.
High above Jing Kingdom floated a black jade seal invisible to ordinary people. It stood a thousand zhang tall, like a colossal mountain. Wicked dragons writhed atop it, while ghostly sigils flickered beneath it.
Like a gigantic spider, the black jade seal spread an enormous black web over the skies of all Jing Kingdom.
The edge of that black web coincided with Jing Kingdom's borders. Those strange black forces were not only continuously drawing away Jing Kingdom's power, but also preventing external power from entering Jing Kingdom.
Even the starlight of the Literary Star had been weakened by ten percent.
In Fang Yun's eyes, all of Jing Kingdom had turned into a ghost domain. Every Sacred Way related to the Miscellaneous School had vanished.
However, directly above the capital stood something equally invisible to ordinary people.
A pure bronze ancient sword, named Jing.
The form of mountains and rivers—the Sword of the Realm.
The Sword of the Realm pointed at the black seal and slowly sank.
Within three days at most, Jing Kingdom's Sword of the Realm would be suppressed by the mighty power of the Miscellaneous School Sacred Way. Jing Kingdom would no longer possess