On top of Taishan, ominous clouds surged like ink, swallowing the last glimmer of daylight.
The entire mountain range sank into an eerie darkness.
The mountain wind carried a bone-chilling cold, sweeping up dry leaves and stones to twist and whirl in the air.
Li Yan looked up and saw the outline of Taishan being devoured by the writhing black fog, making it difficult to discern human figures just a few yards away.
"The Earth Energy is all messed up!"
Wang Daoxuan glanced at the Turtle Shell Compass in his hand.
This treasure was trembling madly, the magnetic needle spinning like a headless fly.
He said gravely, "The Earth Vein is surging with yin energy; the spiritual acupoints are now imbalanced in Yin Yang."
"Daoist, can you discern what method this is?" Li Yan asked in a deep voice.
Wang Daoxuan was equally puzzled, "I've never seen it before; perhaps it's beyond human capability."
