The voice was not loud, but as it fell, an echo immediately followed, causing Tan Shuchang's words to layer upon each other, like incessant ocean waves.
And with this sound, though it was the time of sunrise, the atmosphere unexpectedly darkened.
The dim haze, faint yet perceptible, interwove itself among the nearby mountain peaks, forests, and even the clouds on the horizon, such that the wind blowing also carried a hint of grey.
"What kind of magic is this?" Zhao Huaiji was startled. He had practiced for nearly a hundred years, had traveled extensively across most of the Jiawu Realm in his early years, and had even ventured to the Land of Yin and Darkness once to retrieve the soul of an elder ancestor. Therefore, by any account, he was considered highly experienced, but he had never heard of such transformative magic.
Even the Shadow Retaining Immortal Secret Tome of the demon sect's leader from those years was merely about countless shadows, yet its core was still human.
