The third calamity has yet to arrive, yet the sky has already turned very dark.
This darkness is such that even a cultivator with divine eyes cannot see through it; this shadow is such that even a cultivator with a bright divine soul cannot discern it.
And this darkness has descended upon Zhou Yan, and also upon every place in the world around him.
In the darkness, as if an unknown figure quietly coughs, yet it is impossible to discern what existence it is, or where exactly it resides.
Zhou Yan only felt a chill rise from his spine, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.
Because a moment ago, he didn't know what it was, but in the next moment, it was as if a pair of bloody eyes appeared silently behind Zhou Yan, just staring at him.
Then, a soft breathing sounded, accompanied by a hint of a bewildered cough, emanating from behind Zhou Yan.
