"The forebears who founded the Myriad Images Sect and established such a system are truly admirable—and terrifying."
The golden radiance left in the sky by Chun Yangzi's carriage had yet to fully disperse when an abnormal change arose on the horizon.
A speck of scarlet appeared in the heavens.
At first it was no larger than a needle's tip, utterly inconspicuous in the night sky. But in the blink of an eye, it rapidly expanded, like a drop of fresh blood dripping into clear water, swiftly spreading, diffusing, corroding, staining half the night sky a dark, blood-red hue.
Within that scarlet, a figure slowly walked forth.
He walked upon the void, each step landing exceedingly light, almost without sound. Yet every time his foot fell, a ring of dark red ripples spread beneath him, as though a pebble had been tossed into a pool of blood, waves undulating outward.
The Red Robe Guest!
