The corners of Yue Wushuang's mouth curved into a chilling arc. She slowly opened her right hand, revealing a palm-sized, five-pointed Little Yellow Flag.
The flag's fabric was yellowed, its edges embroidered with fine silver patterns. A dark red gem the size of a grain of rice was set in the center of the five-pointed star, giving off a faint, cold gleam amid the spiritual light surging through the cavern.
She tossed the Little Yellow Flag into the air. It unfurled soundlessly, and the five-pointed star pattern peeled away from its surface, spinning rapidly in midair. It spun faster and faster, growing larger and larger, swelling from the size of a palm to the size of a millstone, then expanding to encompass the entire cavern.
"Hummm..."
A deep vibration like the tolling of an ancient bell erupted from the very center of the vaulted ceiling. The entire cavern abruptly darkened. All the light-dark red, dark gold, and deep purple-was drained away at the same instant.
In its place was pure darkness.
The darkness lasted only an instant before countless silver threads of light, each as fine as a hair, suddenly lit up in midair, weaving a vast star chart across the ceiling. The outline of the Big Dipper slowly emerged at its center, every star dazzlingly bright, fine motes of light churning around its edges.
Swords of light condensed from those stars one after another. Their blades were silver-white throughout, fine runes flowing along their edges. They hung densely across the entire ceiling, their tips pointing down toward the center of the cavern.
Lin Shisan looked up, his scalp tingling. There were far more than hundreds or thousands of those swords. Silver-white blades covered the entire ceiling, less than a foot apart. The runes on every blade flowed, radiating a