Darkness obscured the sky. Just what were the people in the mountains facing? What should they do next?
Mao Qiuyu did not hesitate. His sleeves fluttering, he instantly flew several li as he rushed towards the mountain path. His face ashen, Linghai Zhiwang transformed into a streak of light and followed. With a flip of his right hand, he gripped a pestle dazzling with light.
Precisely according to the calculations of the Elder of Heavenly Secrets, these two Prefects of the Orthodoxy, following the Pope's order to protect Chen Changsheng, really were carrying the precious treasures of the Orthodoxy!
Yet they were unable to step onto the mountain path. They were forced to stop in front of the mountain gate of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.
It wasn't because of that darkness, but because high up in the sky above the mountains, countless black stones had appeared.
The stones formed a dense net over the sky, enveloping all of Mount Han in an extremely powerful Qi.