When the earth-shattering roar exploded, Ye Fan's Inner World reacted faster than his physical body—a newly sprouted branch of the ancient peach tree snapped with a sharp crack, sending a dull ache straight to his chest. This was the exact ominous sign he had experienced in his past life when suffering the Heavenly Dao backlash. His pupils constricted violently, and the Jiuxiao Huanpei grew scorchingly hot in his palm.
"Ye Lang!" Su Qingxue's hand was squeezed hard enough to hurt, yet she still stood on tiptoe to tuck a wild chrysanthemum behind his ear. "The scouts of Hanmei Pavilion said that facing an otherworldly rift requires absolute calm." Her fingertips pressed gently against the pulse point on his wrist, and her short flute was already at her lips. A crisp, clear flute melody laced with a trace of Gu fragrance drifted into everyone's meridians. "I'll play the Soul-Fixing Tune. Just watch."
Lin Zhaoyue's Primordial Sword had already cleared its scabbard by half an inch, its sword qi wrapping around a biting frost to form a moon-wheel suspended above her head. As she watched the black liquid seep from the dark red rift, the cyan jade pendant on her sword tassel suddenly grew scalding hot—it was the warning talisman passed down from the founder of the Cangwu Sword Sect. "This aura..." Her throat tightened. "It's entirely identical to that pool of blood from back when we besieged the demonic cultivators, the one that swallowed an entire Sword Grave."
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