Ink-black blood stretched like threads.
It slit open the curtain between heaven and earth, reaching up to the lofty layered clouds and down to the mountains. In corners beyond everyone's notice, a force arrived in silence.
"Brother Yang truly has a silver tongue."
A disciple of the Punishment Hall turned his head, staring at his own body in horror. The voice was coming from within his abdomen, hoarse and low.
It was the sound produced by the resonance of the blood throughout his body.
His blood was breaking free from the restraints of his veins, racing toward a broader freedom.
The azure stone slabs were grimly cold. The sound pierced through the layers of mist atop Soaring Peak and echoed all around.
This sound did not come from one place alone.
The abdomens of every disciple seemed to have begun a chorus. They slowly turned around like puppets under another's control, taking crooked, unsteady steps as they began shuffling toward the center of the platform.
Su Che moved.
Wind swept past his ears. Creation Sword Intent pierced the air and cleaved out a streak of lightning.
Riding that lightning, Su Che's body began to rise.
At this moment, his spiritual senses told Third Young Master Su that something between heaven and earth had changed.
A force had already invaded the originally perfect combination of the Nine Heavenly Human Arts, staining it with a strange hue.
Void-Step Domain.
Su Che understood clearly that this was the absolute gulf between Void Step experts and those at the Reverted Elixir stage.
At the Void Step level, cultivators could already distort the workings of the Nine Heavenly Human Arts and turn them into their own aid.
If the Reverted Elixir stage meant twisting the primordial qi of heaven and earth into whatever one desired—using