In the Inverted Deceit Realm, Gao Xiaolang only had time to snatch a rusty, dilapidated Pen Knife from his waist and toss it to Song Ciwan before he plummeted into the fissure.
「The Mortal World. Wangjiang Mountain.」
At night, Wangjiang Mountain was utterly silent. The moon on the fourteenth day of the first month was nearly full, hanging high in the sky and casting a cold, clear light.
Everything seemed fine, except that on this mountain, the wind was still, the insects were silent, no human voices could be heard, and all life was absent. This formed a stark contrast to the distant city, where the clamor of the Night Parade of Hundred Demons raged.
A twelve-foot-tall Night Wanderer dashed through the city streets. Yellow Turban Warriors carried the mangled remains of various grotesque creatures; some headed for the City God Temple, others for the Demon Refining Platform, and still others in unknown directions...
