Zhang Yan merged body and sword as one, charging upward. Around him, three hundred and sixty-five drops of You Yin Heavy Water swirled and danced, shattering stones and rocks along the way, piercing through clouds and mist, heading directly for the location where the yin energy was most concentrated.
Lu Ge had been meditating aboard the ferry, but for months now, despite sitting calmly and cultivating in silence, he had been inexplicably uneasy. At this moment, the sudden sound of a thunderous explosion made his face twitch involuntarily. Leaping into the air with tunneling light, he flew into the sky and opened his eyes to look ahead.
In the distance, he first saw just a faint glimmer of light flashing from within the shadows, but moments later, a blazing Sword Qi illuminated the Netherworld in an instant, cutting through a thousand zhang of void space and hurtling across.
