A night passed without incident. The next morning, at daybreak, the sky was heavy and somber.
The sky was overcast with leaden clouds that blocked out the sun. Even the morning breeze that swept past exuded a bone-chilling cold.
"Dead... They're all dead!"
Amid the oppressive atmosphere, a shrill scream suddenly exploded like a heavy stone plunging into water, shattering the tranquility of dawn.
"What happened?!"
The cultivators from all sides were jolted awake. Suspicion and alarm showed on everyone's faces as they immediately pushed open their doors and hurried toward the source of the voice.
By the time they arrived, the street had already been surrounded so tightly that not even water could pass through. A dense mass of heads surged, and waves of clamoring rose one after another.
Behind the din of voices, an intense stench of blood, thick enough to make one nauseous, was silently spreading, sinking deep into their nostrils.
"Silence!"
At that moment, a sharp shout suddenly rang out, containing surging Daluo will that pressed down on the clamor of the whole scene.
The Heavenly Blade Sect Master stood tall with his head held high. His resolute face was now filled with unconcealable solemnity.
Before him stood a resplendent palace.
It was currently the period of the Merit God War. Here should have been filled with guests from all sides, yet now it was as silent as a realm of ghosts.
Thump, thump, thump...
Amid a burst of low, heavy footsteps, several Heavenly Blade Sect disciples manipulated an immortal chart and filed out of the hall.
Everyone's gaze instantly converged. On the immortal chart, six corpses, shriveled like dry wood, were laid out in plain sight.
The muscles on the corpses' faces were twisted, their pupils sunken deep into their sockets, and their eyes still