That was right. That was exactly it!
In a mere instant, the girl understood what was going on.
Whoosh!
She stretched out her hand, and the enormous spear behind her instantly flew into her palm.
Holding the spear in one hand, she stared solemnly toward Kyoto, murderous intent radiating from her.
"Master is mine. No one should even dream of taking him away, or they're courting death! No matter who they are!"
Another night passed!
In the Tang Kingdom's Kyoto, dawn was just breaking, and everything seemed so peaceful.
The whole of Kyoto was enveloped in that pale green light, as though nothing had happened. But only cultivators could sense that Kyoto had become completely different, filled with an oppressive atmosphere, as though something terrifying might descend at any moment, anywhere.
At this moment, however, Fang Yang naturally had no attention to spare for any of that.
Yesterday, he had wandered around Chang'an City, walking over those bluestone slabs again and again.
He had seen all of Chang'an City.
Even though he cared little about the so-called great calamity or power, he had still recognized the gravity of the situation.
Many strange, mighty things lay hidden in the darkness.
These beings were each more powerful than the last. Even he felt somewhat wary of them and clearly sensed that something was wrong.
Yesterday's rain in Chang'an, the Ink Wash Painting in the rain, and the woman holding the Paper Umbrella had been nothing but fools.
They had been thrown out as stones to test the waters.
Although he was very powerful, he still felt pressure when faced with the many powerful forces about to arrive.
All under heaven ought to be under his control. If these people took control of this world after the great calamity descended, wouldn't that