When the north wind whipped snow grains against their faces, the first strange sound came from the far north. It sounded like dry bones grinding in a stone mill, or countless wronged spirits boiling in an iron pot, piercing enough to make one's eardrums ache.
Ye Fan's fingertips had just brushed over the broken string of the Jiuxiao Huanpei, the residual warmth of the golden glow still lingering on his pads. The instant that sound crashed into his Sea of Consciousness, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Back in his past life at the peak of the Dao-Seeking Realm, he had heard a similar "nether weep" in the Outer Demon Realm; that was the sign of the Underworld's Yellow Springs being forcibly torn open.
The "Unity of Heaven and Man" talent activated automatically, the golden tree swaying within his Inner World, the halo of the golden fruits rippling outward. Closing his eyes to sense it, the Inner World in his chest suddenly trembled, the space that originally accommodated mountains and rivers being squeezed into folds by some even more immense force.
Chapter 412