As dusk crept across the eaves, Lin Zhaoyue was tightly binding the peach-branch sword tassel that Ye Fan had woven for her, when she suddenly heard a sound like tearing silk from outside the window. Her fingertips paused, and as she looked up, she saw Ye Fan also gazing out the window—the sunset that should have dipped behind the mountains was now clotting into blinding gold across the horizon, looking as though someone had used a red-hot iron awl to pierce the vault of heaven.
"Is the spiritual energy in turmoil?" She pressed a hand against the Taichu Sword at her waist, its hum faintly echoing from within her sleeve. Before her words faded, the entire Cangwu Mountain began to tremble. Inside Ye Fan's Inner World, the new branches of the ancient peach tree suddenly quivered, and tiny ripples burst across the surface of the pond. His pupils constricted slightly—this was no ordinary fluctuation of worldly spiritual energy; it felt more like the tremors of some rule being forcefully torn open.
Lifting his gaze, he saw that the golden blotch had already split into a pitch-black fissure several yards long, its edges rimmed with faint blue lightning, resembling the gaping maw of a giant beast. "Everyone, come out!" He reached out, grabbed Lin Zhaoyue by the wrist, and flicked three streams of finger-force with his other hand, striking the window lattices of the room next door and the floor below.
Chapter 286