The sky looked as blue and clear as if it had been washed. 

But when Tu Xiu looked up, he was aghast to see a black hole growing larger and larger in the sky. 

It was as tremendous and unfathomable as an abyss!

The black hole was quietly suspended in the air, but it brought a chill to Tu Xiu’s heart, as well as a sense of suffocating oppressive feeling. 

What is that? 

He narrowed his eyes, trying his best to investigate it further using his spirit sense, but instantly he felt his spirit being dragged into a bottomless abyss. He felt extremely helpless and powerless.

His body went stiff, his chest tightened, and his face gradually turned more and more pale.

He looked like a puppet that had lost its soul. 

Soon, cold sweat soaked his clothes, and his breathing became labored and rapid. His mind seemed to have been swallowed up by the aura of the black hole. He felt nothing but suppression and despair.

“Ahh—!” Tu Xiu cried out, his face contorting in a mixture of pain and anguish, and his head throbbed with agonizing pain. 

“Isn’t that Tu Xiu, a true disciple of the Omega Sword Sect? What is happening to him?”

“Could he be possessed by a demon?” 

Discussions buzzed in Tu Xiu’s ears like flies, which made him feel even more agitated and irritated. 

Suddenly, he froze, looking stunned. Then, his empty gaze regained its focus. 

He looked around. 

Cultivators were staring at him with bewilderment on their faces as if they were watching a monster. 

He raised his head...