Yuan Ming's gaze was as sharp as a torch as he noticed the number of blue silkworms outside had surged, weaving a giant web that covered the sky and blocked the sun, like masterful weavers in the void.
The Shura Palace had just flashed out of the void, but unable to avoid it, it crashed straight into the dense silkworm web.
"I'll go out to check the situation." Before Yuan Ming's words were finished, he felt the temperature around the void drop sharply, a coldness that invaded fiercely.
This was exactly the biting cold contained within those blue silken threads, invading the interior of the Spiritual Treasure like a phantom, silently and invisibly altering the atmosphere around.
Yuan Ming's figure flickered, and the next instant he found himself on the broad wasteland.
Snow and wind ravaged the skies, and the blue silkworms fluttering around Shura Palace resembled dense starry constellations.
