Su Mo turned coldly and heartlessly to look at the Seven-Faced Banner encircling the Ancestral Image World. The Seven-Faced Banner held a pressure beyond the bounds of Sacred Artifacts, constantly forming some kind of will.
Su Mo once again recalled the White-Haired Elder beyond that rift.
"I see you..."
Thinking back, it seemed the old man had not been looking at him then!
I see you... It seemed those words had not been addressed to Su Mo either!
If not Su Mo, then what?
An existence beyond the Three Pure Ones had looked at the Ancestral Image World and said those words: I see you.
Just what sort of existence was that "you"?
It seemed this Ancestral Image World was not as simple as what he had seen...
There were still things Su Mo did not know.
Su Mo placed his right hand behind his back. The Sword of Evil-Slaying stood behind him with boundless evil, forming a stark contrast with him as he resolutely walked toward the end of the street.
"Life and Death Scroll... At birth, the first cry; after death, all return to nothing."
Reciting the Book Song, Su Mo came face-to-face with countless Black Figures amid the slaughter.
The many people of the Ancestral Image World surrounded by those Black Figures had no power whatsoever to fight back against them.
Their cultivation was utterly useless against the enemy.
It was as though these Black Figures had been born to confront the Immortal Cultivators of the Immortal Domain; all the arts of the Immortal Domain were useless.
A dense air of desolation filled the Ancestral Image World, while above it loomed the supreme pressure of the Seven-Faced Banner—a despair like facing the collapse of heaven and earth.
The slaughter proceeded in silence.
No blood was seen, yet