The scarlet night sky had already pressed down like thick ink. That blood moon was no longer a phantom hanging in the distance; it was slowly drawing closer at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A massive blood-colored disc hung overhead, shrouding the Blue Star in an eerie, bloody red.
That blood moon was just like a scarlet pupil suspended in the sky, staring unblinkingly at the blue planet below.
Mountains and rivers lost their original colors. The city's neon lights appeared dim and distorted under the blood-red glow, and even the air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.
Just as Liu Chengfeng's heart was about to jump out of his throat, this terrifying scene was suddenly interrupted.
This scene of utter despair left Liu Chengfeng stunned.
After the shock, he immediately suppressed the turbulent waves in his heart and, without hesitation, activated his Special Ability a second time, desperately wanting to obtain more critical information.
However, what entered his vision was a completely unexpected scene.
In the hazy halo, only a blurred figure stood.
The figure carried a sense of cold detachment; it was by no means the person who had appeared before, but another unfamiliar woman.
The figure had been stripped of all color, with only black and white intertwined in the chaos. Its outline was blurred like ink smudged by water.
Only that faint yet striking point of red barely anchored the outline of a "person."
Just like the previous time, this scene flashed past his eyes and stopped abruptly in the blink of an eye.
But immediately after, an even more terrifying scene occurred!!!
The moment the scene cut off, time seemed to have been pressed into slow motion, and he saw it clearly.
The woman suddenly turned slightly, and half of her figure slowly fell into Liu Chengfeng's field of vision.
With just this one glance, Liu Chengfeng felt his breathing stop abruptly, his heart almost jumping out of his chest, and even his blood seemed to freeze at that moment.
Even though he couldn't see the woman's appearance clearly, and couldn't even distinguish the shape of her eyes, Liu Chengfeng could clearly perceive that there was a gaze falling directly on him, with unmistakable precision and pressure.
'She... She can see me?!?'
The moment this thought arose, the scene was interrupted.
Immediately after—
Pfft—
Liu Chengfeng felt a tightness in his chest, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out uncontrollably, his pupils filled with horror.
Staggering as he supported himself against the edge of the table, his face turned deathly pale. After a long time, he finally sat down slowly, gasping for air, and managed to stabilize his condition.
However, his back was already soaked with cold sweat, his muscles remained stiff, and his heart kept racing.
He slowly raised his hand and looked at his trembling palm, his eyes filled with lingering fear, and his voice trembled.
"If I were just an ordinary person... I probably would have passed out long ago..."
...
Until this moment, Liu Chengfeng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the scenery outside the window with a calm expression.
"Even if I just recall it slightly..."
Feeling his trembling palm, he silently swallowed the rest of his words.
He could not imagine what kind of existence that woman was.
And—three prophecies, three completely different scenes.
Today, Liu Chengfeng's heart was destined to be restless.
It was a fear of the unknown, and even a fear of higher-dimensional existences.
...
...
Muyun City.
Cloudy, the weather growing colder.
On the cold, quiet street, Acheron held her signature red Oil-paper umbrella, her purple figure stretched long beneath the gray sky.
She had wanted to try and find the blood formation, but had gained very little.
Sister Acheron held the umbrella in one hand, unconsciously stroking her chin with the other, her eyes lowered slightly.
"As time passes, the thick, dark aura gradually solidifies, but it still cannot be accurately locked onto... Did Sparkle do something?"
She had found three blood formations by following the cold fluctuations as soon as she left the Ability Bureau.
But as she looked at the empty streets, her brows furrowed—tracking like this without a goal was too inefficient, and she was unsure how many more blood formations were hidden in the dark.
Acheron shook her head helplessly. "Since it's come to this, I can only let things take their course."
After thinking it through, she decided to go home first; otherwise, her parents would call again.
But just as she was following her Remembrance to find the way home, Acheron's footsteps suddenly stopped, and she slowly turned her head.
"This familiar aura is..."
...
Pfft—
The sound of breaking air suddenly arose, followed by the dull thud of blood spraying.
Mo Xi's eyes were cold as ice. She ignored the corpse that had fallen to the ground by her feet, flicked her wrist, and the bloodstains on the blade fell like broken beads.
Before she could relax for two seconds, an attack suddenly came from the side.
She didn't move her feet; she simply twisted her waist slightly, and the attack whistled past her eyes.
"Seeking death!"
Cold light flashed in the depths of Mo Xi's eyes, and her cold gaze precisely locked onto the several figures who had ambushed her from the darkness.
But before she could act, two black shadows darted out like ghosts from the side, their cold blades reflecting the frigid light as they brought sharp whistling winds and stabbed fiercely at her vitals from the left and right.
But how could such an ambush succeed?
Mo Xi moved lightly and easily avoided the two's ambush.
She swept a glance at the two in front of her, exhaled a cloud of cold air like mist from her throat, and had no interest in playing with them.
Seeing her grip on the sword tighten, sword energy wrapped in biting cold air was unleashed.
"What..."
Before one of them could react, he was cut in half at the waist by the sword energy. Where the cold sword blade passed, layers of white frost instantly condensed over the cross-section.
The other person was stunned, and that ghostly figure had already approached him in the blink of an eye.
His pupils shrank, and in his haste, he could only grip his weapon tightly and try to block.
But under Mo Xi's hands, he couldn't even last two moves.
Mo Xi didn't even use her weapon; she simply locked onto his flaw with eyes like torches. The moment his attack missed, she clenched her five fingers into a fist and struck his abdomen with the force of thunder.
With a dull thud, the man was blasted away by what looked like a light punch, crashing heavily against the wall. The wall cracked and shattered instantly, and he collapsed to the ground, completely losing consciousness.
Mo Xi casually retracted her hand, without a ripple in her eyes.
Compared to the battle with Frost Sword, this level didn't even count as a warm-up.
Just then, Mo Xi suddenly sensed an anomaly and instinctively raised her sword to block.
Clang!
A clear, crisp sound rang out against the sword, sparks flashing slightly.
Following that was a chorus of gasps, and fear instantly filled the air.
"What kind of monster is this? She can even block bullets!"
"Damn, we hit a hard nut! Retreat quickly!"
Almost as soon as the words fell, Mo Xi noticed several rapid footsteps fleeing into the distance. At the same time, the sounds of "bang bang bang" gunshots rang out one after another. Bullets tore through the air, heading toward her with sharp whistling sounds.
But unfortunately, as an expert at the Foundation Establishment stage, these ordinary little pistols no longer posed any threat to Mo Xi.
Considering her sister was on the other side, she decided to finish this quickly!
She pointed her long sword, and cold air spread around her like a physical substance. Just as she was about to strike and keep them all here, a purple silhouette unexpectedly entered her field of vision.
Only hearing a "Clang—" sound of metal clashing explode, followed by the dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground.
In an instant, the empty space returned to dead silence, with only lingering echoes slowly dissipating in the air.
Mo Xi ( Ő ∀ Ő ๑ ): "Sister Acheron?!?"
After seeing the familiar purple figure clearly, as well as the equally familiar purple long blade at her waist, Mo Xi was stunned at first. Then surprise flashed across her eyes, followed by an undisguised joy that instantly spread across her brows.
The ice-blue long sword in her hand turned into fine ice crystals and dissipated without a trace in an instant. She then restrained the biting aura around her, raised her lips into a bright arc, and walked lightly toward Acheron.
The cold, decisive look from just a moment ago had completely disappeared, replaced by smiling eyes.
Acheron looked at Mo Xi with surprise, a faint arc curling at the corner of her mouth.
"Are you alright?"
Mo Xi shook her head with a smile and raised her hand to pat her slightly thin chest. "I'm fine. Instead, Sister Acheron, your strike was truly clean and neat!"
As she said this, her gaze unconsciously swept over the scattered shell casings on the ground and landed on the figures strewn about, clicking her tongue secretly.
'No matter how many times I see it, I still feel that Sister Acheron's strength is truly unreachable!'
Just as Mo Xi was looking at the traces on the ground, full of admiration for Sister Acheron's skills, Acheron herself remained calm.
She nodded slightly and asked what the situation was.
Hearing this, Mo Xi slowly explained.
The cause of the matter was that, for some reason, she and Mo Xin had gone out shopping together for the first time in a long while.
On the way, she accidentally (under Old Meng's reminder) discovered that this place seemed to be faintly permeated with a trace of ominous aura.
She didn't want to pay attention to it, but in the end, relying on her intuition (under Old Meng's uneasy intuition), she decided to come and investigate carefully.
Mo Xi's brows furrowed slightly, and she swept her gaze over the people on the ground and pointed.
"I hadn't even had time to investigate the situation carefully when this group of people suddenly popped out and attacked me without a word. The result turned into what it is now."
After finishing her account, Mo Xi asked curiously, "Then what about you, Sister Acheron?"
"I simply sensed your fluctuations, so I came to take a look, and by the way..."
Acheron's gaze slowly turned to the inside of the building to the side, and her brows furrowed slightly.
Mo Xi, not understanding, followed her gaze and immediately realized—that was exactly the direction the Master had mentioned that emitted an ominous aura.
But before checking—
"What should we do with these people?"
"You don't need to ask me about this; decide for yourself."
Acheron's expression was indifferent; she didn't care about the ending of the group at all.
Mo Xi nodded slightly, but felt a little moved inside.
It wasn't that she hadn't seen Acheron act ruthlessly, but it was the first time she had shown such cold indifference in this context.
It wasn't actually that strange, in fact...
Mo Xi ( ๑ •. • ๑ ): 'It's actually quite cool.'
Afterward, Mo Xi followed closely behind Acheron, stepping toward the direction of that aura.
No one noticed that the slender fingertips hanging by her side were imperceptibly scattering a few pure white snowflakes.
These few snowflakes drifted lightly and eventually landed precisely on the people on the ground, melting silently.
In just a moment, the skin of the few people turned pale blue at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the chill spread through their muscles and bones.
Their breathing became weaker and weaker, their bodies gradually stiffened, and eventually, they completely lost their temperature, their breath cut off, leaving not even a trace of struggle.
Since she had chosen to make a move, she had no concept of letting the tiger return to the mountain.
And as the culprit, Mo Xi appeared on the surface as if she knew nothing about it, still wearing that light and breezy look on her face.
How sharp was Acheron? Naturally, all of this could not escape her eyes.
She chose to watch coldly without stopping her, not because she couldn't find a reason, but because she simply didn't care.
A moment later, as the two went deeper, the scene on the ground gradually became clear, and a familiar blood formation appeared in their field of vision.
The dark red patterns meandered across the ground, revealing an unsettling, eerie aura, exactly the same as what they had seen before.
Acheron's expression was indifferent to this, as if she had expected it.
Mo Xi, on the side, was completely stunned. Her eyes widened, staring fixedly at the blood formation on the ground, her face full of astonishment—that pattern, that aura, was even more eerie than what the Master had described.
Although she still didn't know what its function was, the aura lingering around it was as thick as ink that couldn't be dissolved, cold and bone-chilling, and every thread of it revealed an ominous nature; it was clearly not a kind thing.
"This... What on earth is this thing?!?"
"I'm not sure. I only found out about it a while ago."
After confirming there was no immediate danger, Mo Xi volunteered to step forward and examine it.
Hearing this, Sister Acheron slowly lowered the blade she had just raised and cast her gaze on the blood formation.
Mo Xi nodded, her footsteps very light as she moved carefully forward a few steps, her gaze fixed tightly on the blood formation, her expression focused and serious, as if she were carefully surveying every pattern.
In reality, she was constantly trying to call out to her Master in her heart.
'Master, Master, wake up quickly, help me see what this formation is!'
Although she was calling out loudly in her heart, Old Meng did not reply immediately.
Regarding this "Golden Finger" of hers, Mo Xi was sometimes quite speechless.
The signal was poor, working intermittently, and couldn't even manage the most basic "proxy fighting" of a remnant-soul grandpa.
Since teaching her the cultivation technique, apart from occasionally waking up to give a few pointers, it was almost useless.
Just as Mo Xi was about to give up calling, a response from her Master finally came from her sea of consciousness.
But compared to the ethereal and weak voice of usual, the tone at this moment carried a trace of shallow surprise, and a kind of extremely obscure emotion.
'This... this is...'
"Hmm? Master, do you recognize this formation?"
Mo Xi appeared normal on the surface while asking the question again in her heart.
It was rare for her to see the Master show some emotion; it seemed this formation had a significant background.