In the impenetrable darkness all around them, the only source of light was the feng shui compass in Qing Yu’s hands. Lin Yu and Lin Xuan’s formations had long been shattered by the yin wind from the darkness.

Everyone gathered at her side, pressing inward from the horror of the unknown and the frenetic howling of the yin wind that seemed to be right by their ears. The nightmarish circumstances around them weighed down on their hearts; the little fox was fully ensconced and shivering in the folds of Qing Yu’s clothes.

With a flick of his fingers, Lu Yun sent forth six beans. They turned into motes of light, then expanded into soldiers that trudged into the darkness.

Death art: Bean Soldiers.

Lu Yun’s mastery of the art had reached a new zenith. The soldiers he summoned now were the same cultivation...