Half a month slipped by in a flash.
Within the Xisang Kingdom, everything remained as usual. Nothing Chu Mo would have delighted in seeing had happened, and the quiet was rather boring.
But Chu Mo was not impatient in the slightest. His Mystic Womb Incarnation was watching over matters in Fuli, so he patiently played Li Dalang, carrying out his duties as usual while waiting for the event he anticipated.
That day, inside the Spirit Treasure Hall.
Xi Sang's imperial robes trailed across the floor. With one hand behind his back, he gazed darkly at the Ink Seal on the offering table.
The seal rested quietly amid a haze of energy, its radiance flowing as it drew in nourishment supplied by the Ritual Ceremony to nurture itself.
"More people must cultivate the Profound Strategy Fate-Subduing Great Art. Only then can it mature more quickly."
Xi Sang's thoughts stirred, and he murmured to himself.
Just as he was about to turn and leave, he suddenly felt several auras as vast as the deep sea descend upon him. Like black clouds bearing down upon a city, they entered his little world of a Ghost Domain.
"Nine Sorrows? What have these fellows come here for?"
He frowned and swept his sleeve. Layer upon layer of wards sprang into being within the Spirit Treasure Hall at his thought, securing the entire building like invisible curtains of light.
Then his figure flickered, and he was outside the hall, standing high in the sky and looking ahead.
Outside the hall, the Exchange had replaced the Great Sun in the heavens, leaving only a dim moon hanging alone.
Several figures stood silently in midair. Sobbing echoed, and black rain fell unceasingly, spreading through the Yin Netherworld and plunging heaven and earth into utter desolation.
From the moment