The immense oppression was as heavy as the universe itself, a grandiose will crushing everything, absolutely not a power to be found in the human world.
Apparently, this was a celestial tomb.
Among the eight, the first to react was Lou Jingou, who swung her hand in a complex pattern and swiftly rushed towards the grand hall's gates.
The rest followed suit, bursting forth with a powerful aura, their hearts void of fear and free from the omnipresent oppressive force, they chased after Lou Jingou as if their lives depended on it.
Lu Bei was a bit slower, taking a central position among them, shoulder to shoulder with Kui Mu Lang and Zhang Yuelu, stealing a glance at the enormous face in the sky.
Its eyes were vertical, its features were alluring yet dignified, chaotic and indistinguishable; it could be interpreted as sanctity, or as malevolence.
Then he saw the body of the colossal face outside the world.
A span of fiery red, without hands or feet... it was...
A snake.
