"Will the ritual really go this smoothly?" Dao Guardian Ron stood within the formation, controlling every part of the ritual except the Death God Proxy.
At that moment, over a hundred couples were dancing together.
As if to confirm his doubts, the lights throughout the building abruptly went out. Ron soon discovered that his vision could not penetrate the dense darkness.
"This is the power of a dreamscape."
"Sure enough, something went wrong!"
"Who's interfering with the ritual?"
"Dreamscape power this strong... if a deity is involved, I can't think of anyone outside the Illusion Overlord's lineage."
Without hesitation, Ron opened a window and jumped from the thirtieth floor.
His body never hit the ground. The instant he was about to touch it, Ron woke up.
He opened his eyes and looked at the dim sky outside the window. His vision had returned to normal.
The next instant, ignoring the rest of the ritual, he sprang up and leaped forward, moving toward Qin Yanhua's room like a phantom, his feet never touching the floor.
When he saw the Reincarnation Bishop's bleeding eyes and gruesome condition, Ron's heart sank completely.
The dark night receded, and the wind outside swept toward the wind chimes in the room like a bone-scraping blade.
"Someone took her." Ron looked at the shattered glass and the empty coffin. He picked up a shard, placed it in his palm, and pressed down hard.
The glass shard crumbled into powder.
"Who were they? Why did they show up here?"
"They can control corpses?"
"Why did the corpse suddenly betray us?"
"Was the Shenchuan Family behind this?"
Now calm, the Reincarnation Bishop's bloodstained gaze was icy, yet filled with deep guilt and anguish over his own recklessness.
Ron crushed his own eyeball, watching the liquid drip between his fingers.