It was a grim, bone-chilling voice, as if it belonged to an evil ghost from the Nine Netherworld.
A wave of black energy emanated from the depths of the Sword Sect, from within its dreaded Forbidden Land.
The black qi, like a mass of dark thunderclouds, churned and roiled as it floated through the void, eventually arriving high above the Cyan Nether Main Peak.
Suspended in the void, the black cloud gradually roiled and condensed. Inside, streaks of blood-red light flashed and pulsed. A faint pressure began to emanate from the cloud, and for no apparent reason, sinister, cold winds began to whip through the world.
"Heh heh heh… Wang Jiankun, you are a great disappointment to me!"
A sinister voice echoed from within the black cloud.
In the void, the black cloud writhed, morphing like a ball of black dough.
A moment later, a humanoid figure completely shrouded in black mist appeared in mid-air.
