The Great Sun Sword Tomb had completely fallen into darkness, and the sounds of musical instruments and operatic singing that echoed from all around not only did not cease but grew even louder.
"Light the lamps, craft the play anew, pace the purse and yet…"
The entire Great Sun Sword Tomb seemed to revert to the Cultivation World of millenniums past, though every detail reeked of the bizarre.
The Donkey Guests remained at rest.
The Big Night Wanderers were not like the Little Night Wanderers, who prowled as soon as it turned dark. For them, hunting Sword Ghosts was far less challenging, and thus, they usually appeared only at midnight.
The side halls were not all unchanging; some held captive livestock that were half-human, half-beast and, in life, had likely been Sword Ghosts of the Little Night Wanderer level.
However, when faced with the Big Night Wanderers, their spiritual wisdom had long been utterly erased.
