Mo Yin remained silent for a long while. After turning it over and over in his mind, he finally nodded heavily. "Alright!"
They could wait.
But they could not afford to wait.
Xu Changqing might not have that patience.
Hui Jiuming said no more. Along that unbroken connection through the void, he poured out all his demonic power, turning his very existence into bait.
By doing so, he was no different from marking the Mo Clan Ancestral Grounds within the Abyssal Ruins' perception.
A moment later, the sky above the entire Mo Clan Ancestral Grounds suddenly darkened.
Then, an enormous Black Lotus appeared, hovering above the ancestral grounds, darker even than the night.
Its black petals slowly bloomed, and silent ripples spread in every direction. Wherever they passed, even the air was assimilated.
The Maze Illusion Formation around the ancestral grounds failed at the same instant.
The mechanisms within blared alarm after alarm, only to fall dead silent the moment they sounded.
The Black Lotus descended unhurriedly, and everything in its path fell still.
There were no explosions, no thunderous crashes—only soundless annihilation.
"What is that?"
"What the hell is this?"
"Hiss!"
This sight threw the Mo Clan Ancestral Grounds into chaos.
Panicked collateral branch disciples fled in all directions, while several Nascent Soul Realm elders shot into the sky, attempting to intercept it with magical artifacts.
One of them even summoned his natal artifact—a dark bronze mirror.
The bronze mirror hovered in midair, its surface lighting up with dense golden patterns. A beam of obliterating light, enough to blind a Nascent Soul Cultivator, suddenly blasted out from within the mirror and struck straight at the descending Black Lotus.
Yet the instant the beam touched the Black Lotus's outer edge, it was silently broken apart.
Before everyone's eyes, it shattered