Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys When Tao Zhengyu and Yi Yi rendezvoused with Lu Ye at the New Moon Sect outpost, little did they realize that they would be beholding a scene that would be etched into the fabric of his memory for the rest of his lifetime.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys A Cloud River Cultivator going back to the Spirit Creek Battlefield to pick on his lessers was hardly Lu Ye’s idea of something honorable.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Lu Ye was just outside the New Moon Sect outpost when he lowered himself to a crouch to better observe the luminescent shield of the defensive ward with his Glyph: Insight-augmented sight.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys The Judgment of Heavens was a divine mechanism ordained as an inescapable retribution. Thus, Lu Ye needed to unravel the mystery of how Sister Shui Yuan could resist its devastating power. Once he resolved this enigma, he could then roam the Spirit Creek Battlefield and do as he liked.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Enveloped within the column of light that tunneled straight up into the skies, the mighty currents of air surged around Lu Ye, the folds of his robes and the locks of his hair floundering in violent fits in the tumultuous winds.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Like a dying fish’s mouth agape for breath, desperately seeking the elusive embrace of air, Lu Ye’s shallow, labored breaths were occasionally punctuated by fits of coughing.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Two hundred yards above ground, Lu Ye was enshrouded in swirling flames, the golden radiance of the Golden Body Token’s effect obscured beneath the blaze’s brilliance.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys The continuous ingestion of Spirit Pills generated more Spiritual Power for him, allowing him to infuse the eldritch energy into the Glyph hanging on his back as his auric displacement gradually turned as ferocious as a storm.
