Lin Feng stood in the darkness, observing the Li Family Ancestral Hall. The world looked very different through his three-in-one Qi-Observing Dharma Eye.
Every time he used the Qi-Observing Dharma Eye, the world he saw felt somehow unreal.
It was as though countless threads strung all manner of things together.
Even the colors became bewilderingly indistinct.
Flowers glimpsed through mist, the moon reflected in water.
To his eyes, the entire Li Family Ancestral Hall was extraordinary.
The Li Family Ancestral Hall was a fiery red steeped in calamity, like freshly spilled blood, or flames scorching the heavens and burning everything to ash.
It was one of the sources of ill omen.
It struggled out of the darkness.
Utterly restless.
Behind it lay darkness that tugged at it, like the world's reflection, banished by the world itself.
Only through the Qi-Observing Dharma Eye could he see just how immense the Li Family Ancestral Hall was—and how fragile.
Nothing more than an elephant.
It was far too enormous, like an iceberg on the Sea. Countless terrifying sacrificial altars lurked indistinctly in an even greater darkness, still concealed, with only a few strands as fine as silk keeping them afloat outside.
Its size had become its greatest weakness!
In other words, he only needed to sever those connections. Without confronting it head-on, the ill omen that had just surfaced from the Sea would be dragged back into the darkness by its own weight, never to escape again.
He seized a wisp of ominous energy.
And became part of the ill omen.
The priest inside never noticed that another "kinsman" had appeared.
The sacrifice could begin.
Lin Feng took out his phone and looked through the renovation crew contacts he had obtained from Li Gao's father over the past few days.
He had messaged