Seeing the shock on Bi Yuan's face, Xu Yunfan didn't waste any time and asked again about Ancestral Master Chunyang, his curiosity piqued.
"Because he slew someone he should not have."
"Those Outer Heaven Demons?"
"...Yes," Bi Yuan said, his tone heavy. "This is also why I spared no expense to help you reach the Land Immortal Realm."
Before he could say more...
The words had barely left his mouth when a tremendous sound, like the ripping of silk, tore across the sky.
Master and disciple looked up simultaneously. The once-azure sky was now stained as if with blood. Amidst the churning crimson clouds, a pitch-black rift spanning a thousand miles materialized out of thin air.
In the depths of the rift, countless twisted shadows writhed, as if some behemoth was trying to squeeze into this world.
Even more terrifying, countless blood-red threads hung down from the clouds.
"Blood threads entwine bone, the heavens weep as demons descend..."
