Sword light as brilliant as the blazing sun illuminated the night, hanging high over southwestern Guizhou as though the sun had risen early.
Every Demon Fiend around Hundred Spirits Valley scattered like birds and beasts.
The sword light descended toward Hundred Spirits Valley. The miasmic barriers and magical wards floating above it dissolved on contact, unable to delay the sword light even for an instant.
"Who's there!"
Just then, a shout rang out from the valley. Immediately afterward, a white streak flew out, like a white rainbow rising from the earth to pierce the sun.
Yet the blazing sun was the blazing sun-how could a white rainbow shake it? The golden light neither dodged nor swerved, plunging straight down to meet the rising white rainbow head-on.
Crack!
A sharp crack exploded as the white rainbow collided with the golden sun. The latter's radiance remained undimmed, its descent unchecked, while the former's treasured glow darkened instantly, revealing its true form: a whip twisted together from countless fine white threads. Its tip had been smashed to tatters by the golden light, reduced to a tangled spray of charred black fluff. With a mournful cry, the entire whip dropped limply back into the valley.
"Who is it!"
Another shout came from the valley, but this one carried distinctly more alarm than the last.
No one answered.
Then, with a humming sound, a bank of Golden Rosy Clouds surged from the valley to intercept that golden sun. Yet a closer look beneath its brilliant light revealed that these were no clouds at all, but countless golden insects massed together, densely packed beyond counting.
The insects were golden all over, covered in exceedingly fine golden down, glittering as though they had rolled in gold dust, like myriad golden stars gathered into clouds. Each was the