Chapter 123

On Wuyu Terrace, Che Wenyuan suddenly looked up. At the moment the bugle call sounded from the foot of the mountain, a thunderous roar erupted. When a person harbors a killing intent, the heavens respond. Only a sliver of red sunset remained on the distant horizon, only to be shattered by the four towering city walls. Stirred by the thunder, the clouds across the sky suddenly shifted in a violent upheaval. A chilling wind whistled down from the summit of Yujing Mountain, acting like a peerless blade, slashing at Che Wenyuan’s spirit. As the wind rose, the clouds surged, creating a spectacle of infinite grandeur. The already damp air immediately coalesced into vast, ink-black clouds, forming a curtain that blocked the rising moonlight. For a moment, the world plunged into darkness, with nothing but the power of thunder hidden within the clouds.