Anomalies emerged one after another from the underground palace. Guided by special Magic Treasure Blanks, they headed straight for the Drowning Dao Lower Court's Market Ward.
"Wipe out entire households!"
"Spread panic!"
"Hold evil sacrificial rites!"
"Make the Lower Court's cultivators panic! Make those miserable working cultivators and Spirit Monsters panic!"
"Destroy this Drowning Dao Lower Court!"
"Recruit more cultivators to join us!"
"The future belongs to-us!"
The [Strange Eye Alliance] cultivators were excited.
They sat waiting for chaos, hoping to strengthen themselves amid it.
They watched large numbers of anomalies pour into the Market Ward from every direction.
The corners of their mouths rose as they waited for panic, waited for cultivators and Spirit Monsters to cry for help, so they could sweep into the Market Ward as saviors.
Then...
Then they saw streams of sunlight spray from gourds:
[A Fei Sunlight! If they can do it, so can I!]
[A Bin Sunlight...]
[Hei Jie Sunlight... Come on, drawn-out battles are my specialty!]
Amid the strange sales pitches, they watched the anomalies they had released get enveloped in streams of sunlight just as they rolled up their sleeves, ready to get to work.
Then... they turned to ash and scattered into smoke.
The [Strange Eye Alliance] cultivators... Huh?
What was going on?
Their grand undertaking to stir up turmoil and destroy the Lower Court had died just as it began?
Weren't anomalies supposed to be the hardest things to clear out?
Why... had streams of sunlight cleared them out?
The [Strange Eye Alliance] cultivators suffered a heavy blow.
They changed their appearances and entered the Market Ward.
A cup of tea's time later, they came out carrying a gourd of sunlight to study.
Another cup of tea's time passed. Silently, they rose, silently returned to the imperial palace, and