The canopy of heaven trembled as the sound of thunder rolled out. The sky filled with dark clouds that grew thicker and thicker with every moment that passed. Winds screamed in the Greenhair Badlands, growing stronger and stronger until their whimpering turned into the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves.2

Immense pressure weighed down from above, settling not just onto Xu Qing and his location, but the entirety of the Greenhair Badlands. Rumbling sounds seemed to descend from the highest heavens, causing all living beings in the desert to feel jumpy with fear.0

All of the organizations in all of the mountains, including those in the Bitter Life Mountains, trembled with anxiety. Even people in the Red Moon Cathedral looked up into the sky.0

“What’s going on?”0

“Something’s strange about the sky....”0

Chen Fanzhuo sat cross-legged in his sect, his heart pounding. As he looked up into the dark sky, a very uneasy sensation filled him. That said, he wasn’t sure exactly what was going on.0

There was someone else who suddenly felt uneasy. It was Sir Tree-Dao, who was currently serving tea to an old man in a black robe. It was a ceremony of apprenticeship. Sir Tree-Dao’s hand was trembling so hard that some tea actually spilled....0