Jiang Xuejun saw what her primordial spirit looked like after merging with the Heavenly Lust Cult Master, and for a moment, she lost herself in a daze.
She felt that her current appearance was terribly wrong.
"How did I become like this? What did I look like before? I was a Sword Immortal of an orthodox Mystic Sect lineage. My master was a senior revered by everyone in the Mystic Sect. My master... who was she again?"
Her mind felt muddled. Just then, Yan Yingmu's image appeared in the Haotian Mirror above her head.
Yan Yingmu stood above the Nine Heavens, with vast expanses of auspicious clouds and immortal palaces behind her, as though she were standing in the Lingkong Immortal Realm. She looked down at Jiang Xuejun with a kindly face tinged with sternness.
At the sight of Yan Yingmu, Jiang Xuejun's primordial spirit shuddered, like a child who had done something wrong facing a strict parent.
She tried to straighten up, but suddenly felt blood and qi surge upward. The Heavenly Lust Cult Master's will swiftly seized control. Her eyes turned from black to red, and she opened her mouth to spew black qi. Like a squid spraying ink, she shot out a pitch-black, viscous substance somewhere between liquid and gas, sending it geysering toward the Haotian Mirror in the sky.
The Haotian Mirror could not kill Jiang Xuejun from afar. Seeing that he could not awaken her and make her turn back, Shi Feiyang stopped wasting effort on a pointless struggle. The enormous Haotian Treasure Mirror vanished into thin air.
Jiang Xuejun brought her hands together. The Black Tide surged across the sky, filling the hole the Haotian Mirror had melted through it.
By now, the Black Tide blanketed the heavens, alarming every cultivator in the Central