Thunder tore through the heavens, and blood baleful intent blotted out the sky, turning Yuncang a gloomy, blackened red.
The Academy, which had weathered a thousand years, lay in ruins beneath the earth-shaking devastation. The few teachers who had yet to leave scrambled and crawled to escape. Faced with a baleful, blood-laden wind powerful enough to shake half the Southern Dynasty, the students and commoners already evacuated to the perimeter were like tiny ants standing on the rim of a boiling cauldron about to topple. They could scarcely even think of fleeing, left only to stare into the distance, dumb as wooden chickens.
Rumble...
The ground trembled incessantly. Linghu Qingmo and Zhao Ling had both been startled awake aboard the Pleasure Boat, but the terrifying spectacle far exceeded anything they could control. All they could do now was urgently contact the Capital City and request help from the various sect masters.
Inside the Academy, Lin Zisu carried Coal Ball as she searched everywhere for somewhere to hide, her gaze still scouring the chaotic ruins:
"Xian'er? Xiao Biao? Where did you go...?"
Within her body, Lin Wanyi had never imagined that coming out for a stroll would lead to such an earth-shattering upheaval. Worried that something might go wrong, she stopped hiding and tried speaking to urge her on:
"Get out of here. Find a way to bring Sect Master Lu and the others..."
"Aunt?!"
Hearing the voice inside her head, Lin Zisu visibly froze for a moment, but soon understood why. With no time to consider why her aunt was still there, she tried to cross the violently shaking buildings and make for the riverbank.
But the girl and bird had not gone far before a thunderous crash came from behind:
Boom-
Lin Zisu stumbled in fright and quickly ducked