The vibration of the fissure finally subsided into the night, like a snapped lute string with a low hum. Ye Fan brushed his fingertips across the cracks on the sword hilt, feeling the pulse beneath the thin callus on his palm beat faster than usual—the dark purple aura on the murderer's body when he fell in his past life was now following the residual energy of the fissure, licking across his spiritual awareness like a snake's tongue.
"Little Yefan?" Su Qingxue gently touched the back of his hand with her fingertips. At some point, she had removed her outer robe, her moon-white inner garment wrapping around her slender waist. The silver hairpin in her hair was emitting a faint blue glow, the battle scar left from using her flute to shatter the energy just moments ago. "The Golden Moon is about to set, and the Dao resonance of the Arsenal Pavilion is sinking too." The cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye trembled slightly with her speech. "But that thing in the fissure just now... bears a resemblance to the aura of the 'Extraterrestrial Calamity' recorded in the ancient texts of Hanmei Pavilion."
Ye Fan turned his head and saw Lin Zhaoyue using a handkerchief to wipe the blade of her sword. The Primordial Sword of the Cangwu Sword Sect emitted a cold blue light under the moonlight, and the water droplets condensed on the sword ridge were not dew—the energy overflowing from the fissure earlier had corroded her sword qi barrier, and pale golden blood beads were seeping from …
Chapter 299