Amid the clash between powerful Divine Power and Ghost Qi.
Whimpering sounds began to drift through the air, sometimes like an old man's sigh, sometimes like a woman's wail, and sometimes like a child's laughter.
In short, the sounds were bizarre beyond measure, as though tangled together.
Outside, the sky darkened and the earth dimmed. Sand and stones flew through the air as a violent gale howled.
The bones of the White Bone Tree swayed in the wind, starkly conspicuous amid the darkness.
The gale battered the windows, producing a series of bang bang bang sounds, as though they might be blown open at any moment.
Suddenly, Xu Zimo saw a figure appear in the courtyard through the window lattice.
That figure was one of Heavenly Saint Academy's many students.
His eyes were vacant, his expression caught between laughter and tears, as he walked woodenly into the darkness.
"That guy opened his door," Xu Zimo muttered.
As that student's figure vanished into the darkness, everything returned to calm.
The eerie, wicked wind gradually disappeared as well.
Outside the window, all was silent. There were neither stars nor moon in the sky.
The darkness had been washed clean.
Yet the Divine Power and Ghost Qi lingering in the void remained exceedingly chaotic.
The night passed without a word. Xu Zimo did not sleep, and he believed many others could not sleep either.
Only at dawn did Lan Canyin appear, and only then did everyone dare emerge from their rooms.
"How was it, everyone?" Lan Canyin asked with a smile.
"How did you sleep last night?"
Jiang Mozi was doing all right, since he had stayed in the Ghost God Domain before.
But those students were trembling all over.
"Zhang Yang is missing," someone said quietly.
"I saw him walk into the