The sun was tilting westward.
Autumn days are short-lived, and sunset was not far off.
Not to mention that at this moment, dark clouds in the sky obscured the sunlight, making the world even more gloomy.
Zhou Yan stood amid the clouds, with currents swirling around him and the pervasive black clouds.
Yet his figure was like a lonely crane, standing still in this spot, motionless.
As the sun set and stars emerged,
the shouting Outer Domain Cultivators did not truly charge forward but watched from a distance. In their eyes, a cultivator who could stand in the void with such strong life force was not to be trifled with.
Zhou Yan's body did not move, nor did his gaze, which stayed fixed straight ahead, appearing somewhat vacant.
That place was in the direction of the Snow Domain.
That place, Lee Lianqing said, the Emperor Qi Sword Body died there at noon.
But in Zhou Yan's heart, a voice kept saying, the Emperor Qi Sword Body, had not died.
He didn't know the reason.
