The rain in autumn is inherently cold. When it lands on your face, your chest, and your arms, it fills you with an indescribable coldness that’s somehow very difficult to get rid of. It makes you shiver, and freezes you down to your bones.6

The song imparted that same feeling. Xu Qing felt himself shivering uncontrollably, and suddenly found himself thinking back to that time in the forbidden region when he and Sergeant Thunder had encountered that blood mist and the women’s boots. [1]15

Back then he was a rogue cultivator in the Qi Condensation level, yet the cold he felt now was the same as back then. It felt like it would freeze his soul and ice over his body. Even with his extraordinary cultivation base, the sensation felt the same.1

The soft, feminine voice seemed to grow more substantive, and the song became like a funeral dirge tugging at the soul. Of the more than 1,000 cultivators clinging to the walls, a few dozen went limp and started falling down. Within moments, the darkness below swallowed them up.2

Those who remained were shaken, and couldn’t stop the horror and amazement from showing...2