Beneath Martial Artist Xuan, a symbol formed.
Not a normal taiji.
A black void spread across the ground, swallowing color and sound alike.
Upon it appeared a distorted yin yang pitch black as the base, yet riddled with multiple dots, far more than should exist.
They did not balance the darkness.
They invaded it.
A pseudo-domain unfolded.
The moment the darkness touched the land, a profound sense of desolation followed.
The ground seemed rejected by reality itself, as if this portion of the world had been cast aside, as though the Heavens had turned their backs on it.
"This—!" Wan Shou muttered sharply, watching from within the strange fortress.
His expression darkened.
This feeling…
It was familiar.
He had read about it in demonic education texts.
Descriptions of abandoned lands, rejected truths, paths that even Heaven refused to acknowledge.
Yet something was wrong.
The dread described in those records was absent.
