The sky above the pavilion.

Strange, obscure energy fluctuations surged forth, condensing into a snow-white ice flower. It was clear and transparent, and it shone against the inky darkness of the night sky.

Upon closer inspection, wisps of misty light flowed around the ice flower, like waters at high tide, distorting and shaking the air around it.

The old blind man’s expression changed dramatically. “A spatial seal!”

As soon as he said this, he sensed Su Yi raising his hand and slashing through the air.

Whoosh!

Sword qi struck, quick as lightning, bringing with it traces of the Sword of the Nine Hells. It flashed through the air.

Bang!

The pure, almost holy, glass-like ice flower burst, scattering fragments of light.

Practically simultaneously, a sound reminiscent of a cold snort reverberated deep within the dome of heaven.

Su Yi ignored all that and shot toward Yue Shichan’s room.

The old blind man originally planned to follow him, but he hesitated and ultimately decided against it.

“Senior, what is a spatial seal?” Chi Jiansu couldn’t help but ask.

“A seal condensed of spatial power. Only...