The golden, fragmenting sunlight amid the forest suddenly froze, and the pine needle spinning between Qu Tianya's fingertips snapped silently in two.
"That's not right. Why is it an hour early? Could it be that the Demon Race is causing trouble?"
A hundred zhang away, the golden gate covered in ancient runes was collapsing. The Grotto-Heaven entrance, which should not have closed until noon, had now turned into swarms of fireflies scattered across the ground.
Chapter 40