In Emptiness, a sea of forest sprang up, its towering trees reaching into the heavens. Below, two sides stood facing each other: a lone figure in black robes on one side, a throng of figures on the other.
An oppressive atmosphere spread, heavy with murderous tension.
Xuanming swept the Cave-Visions Banner in his hand, and countless ghostly figures howled as they surged out amid chilling winds, a terrifying sight. He pointed the banner at Chu Mo and commanded those behind him:
"Youxuan, hurry and attack with me! Today, we will take that Youxuan down!"
As his words fell, everyone behind him answered in unison. Figures soared into the air, the radiance of various divine abilities gathering in their palms, ready to bombard Chu Mo.
The corners of Xuanming's mouth rose slightly.
Then his smile froze.
Have Youxuan take down Youxuan?!!
He realized what he had said and whipped his head around, only to find countless flashes of radiance bursting before his eyes. Their divine abilities were already descending upon his head.
BOOM-!!!
A thunderous explosion resounded through Emptiness, brilliant golden radiance illuminating all directions.
Shielding himself with the banner, Xuanming scrambled out of that boundless radiance. His reaction had been swift enough to block the brunt of the damage, but the Banner Spirit had not been so fortunate; more than half of him had evaporated in an instant. His expression darkened as he swept his gaze over the figures around him.
The rogue cultivators, the Enforcement Hall disciples, even the confidants he had secretly groomed... every one of them had a different face, a different cultivation level, a distinctly different aura.
Yet now, they all wore exactly the same expression, without the slightest variation.
That uncanny uniformity made them seem like some strange existence that resembled a person yet was