Looking closely, it looked like the huge shroud was made of countless individual Garmentfolk who had been fused together. There were shirts, pants, hats, gloves, and all sorts of other apparel. But none of them were colorful. They were all ashen white. The terrifying fluctuations rolling out from the shroud made it so that the sky seemed as dark as evening. It was the same color as the skin of a rotting corpse, and created a very oppressive atmosphere. The ashen white lands seemed withered, and they were rife with an aura of death. In fact, if you scanned the area with divine will, you would find that the Garmentfolk who made up the shroud were all dead. Their corpses had been formed together into this huge shroud. It looked extremely ghastly.11

Xu Qing didn’t say anything.0

As Emperor-Receiving Prefecture’s army proceeded, they eventually caught sight of the army formed from the various sects and species of Injustice Prefecture.0

Combined, they numbered well over a million individuals, and they were all under the command of the Swordsage Court. They were scattered at the edges of the huge shroud, and had tapped into the full power of their cultivation bases to send the enormous shroud forward at a slow pace. There were all sorts of taboo treasures at play, their powers filling the dome of heaven and connecting to the shroud to power it. The shroud was being used to cover an enormous black funerary garment. Compared to that garment, the cultivators seemed like tiny bugs that...5