The sky of Returning Ruins is eternally shrouded in a layer of purple-black mist, reminiscent of congealed blood.
Ye Qingzhou rested his sword on his knee, the Divine Feather Celestial Light and Void Yin Fiend formed a spiral pattern on the sword's spine. The Black Sea of Returning Ruins froze and evaporated beneath him, forming a Yin Yang fish pattern in the cycle.
The sword edge suddenly vibrated with a dual-tone sword cry, one like the Golden Crow's dawn call, the other like the Nether Phoenix's night weep.
"Nether Emperor, I have been waiting..."
He whispered, his gaze piercing through the mist, looking towards that gradually enlarging dark purple figure on the horizon.
Empress Yuzhu descended upon the Eight Yin Wheel, the inscriptions of the Feather Race long extinguished now flickering with a ghostly light around the wheel's edge.
