In the pitch-black night, a sinister wind blew cold, carving relentlessly at people's faces as though it wanted to slice their skin away.
Everything suddenly fell silent. The eerie, bloodstained crescent moon had unknowingly hidden itself among the clouds, as though terrified of something. Its pallid light instantly became bottomless darkness, and the sky grew darker still. Churning clouds shrouded the last scraps of light in nightmares, and all things trembled in the wind.
Tonight was the Grim Reaper's banquet.
An owl opened its pitch-black eyes and quietly watched the Star Dou Great Forest, already swallowed by the curtain of night. A wind slowly rose, whimpering as though someone were crying, yet someone else were laughing. A ten-thousand-year Fragrant Wood Teng Snake grinned savagely and spread its dark branches, like countless adult arms, seeking to drag Xiao Wentian into endless darkness.
Facing the branches drawing ever closer, Xiao Wentian's heart pounded without pause, faster and faster, faster and faster, like an accelerating drumbeat, sometimes loud, sometimes irregular.
"I am Master's chief disciple. How can I die here!"
"I have to live. I have to survive!"
Great terror lay before life and death. As his heart thudded relentlessly, the Demon-Summoning Scripture slowly circulated, strengthening the connection between Xiao Wentian and Yang Ming and granting him even greater power.
Xiao Wentian could feel his cultivation, which had stagnated ever since he began practicing the Qi cultivation method, loosening once more. A warm current suddenly surged into his body, spreading through every limb and bone. In that instant, he seemed to possess boundless strength, while strands of cultivation methods suddenly appeared in his mind.
Strangely enough, the moment these cultivation methods appeared, they seemed to become instinct, branded deep into Xiao Wentian's soul. He learned them automatically as soon as he understood them,