In his ears, there was only that voice, so distinct and tranquil, yet inexplicably chilling to the bone.
"Open the door."
...
Outside Ban Shan Sect.
Under the encirclement of the River and Mountains Scroll, the heavens and earth were still frozen in time. The sea beneath their feet dared not even ripple, resembling a block of translucent jade.
The only one moving was the man standing in front of the Ban Shan Sect Master.
Situ Junrui yawned and patted the old man's face lightly with the flat of his blade, complaining, "This is why I despise leaving Northern Hong. I truly hate dealing with you barbarians."
"Knowing how things will end, yet always wasting my precious lifespan years."
"..."
The Ban Shan Sect Master had tried everything he had learned in his life, but it only resulted in an increasing number of phantoms on him, eventually piling up into a little mountain.
Similarly, the towering column was shrouded in a dense mass of phantoms.
