Zhou Mo was sitting cross-legged on a stone stump, meditating with his eyes closed, when a sudden pang of dread struck him.
A sword ray flashed overhead, and a tiny flying sword darted out and shot into the clouds...
Suddenly, the flying sword plunged at tremendous speed, flying straight back to Zhou Mo and circling shakily around him.
"Damn it, how did he get here so fast? Will this... cause trouble...?"
Zhou Mo sprang to his feet and stared straight at the evening clouds and the streak of black cloud on the horizon.
An ancient mirror suddenly emitted a dim, radiant glow. The two maids kneeling on either side of it prostrated themselves, trembling, while a masked woman in Daoist robes stood frowning before it, watching the indistinct images on its surface.
An enormous Bronze Coffin hurtled through the black clouds, actually wrapped in ceaselessly flashing, snow-white lightning! Thick chains lashed through the air, their ends actually shackling a powerful figure.
But that figure seemed shrouded in dense black mist, revealing only a pair of scarlet eyes, as though seas of blood were churning within them.
The masked woman sighed, turned, and walked out. After three steps, she vanished into thin air.
For an instant, Heavenheart Lake on the vast Fushui Island fell silent, but every Great Cultivator knew that Fushui Island's Mountain-Guarding Formation had actually been activated at full power!
"A powerful enemy is attacking! What on earth is happening?"
Fushui Island's cultivators flew back to their respective peaks and islands in tacit accord, while cultivators of the Sect Hall hurried to the formation nodes they guarded.
The master of Water Cloud Terrace stood barefoot on the stone platform, staring coldly at the black clouds roiling on the horizon... his expression complex and grim.
The masked female sect leader