The sky turned the color of dried liver.
Above the ruins of the Heaven-Ascending Pagoda, Grand Elder Feng Xuan’s sixty-foot phantom sovereign drew both hands together above its spectral head. He gathered the leftover sky Qi of the nine peaks into a huge, rotating sphere of black sky script.
“The Canonical Purge of Nine Heavens,” the phantom’s voice shook the heavens with total, rhythmic deep ring.
It wasn’t a rapid strike.
It was an ultimate, sect-level wipe command. A total re-initialization of the regional map point space that would take sixty breaths to compile. It burned to ash every living organism within fifty miles down to the atom-deep level to cleanse the system of all deviations.
The ground groaned. Trees on distant ridges spontaneously burst into black flame.
“Lin Ke!” Shen Yue crawled toward him, her face caked with dust and dried blood. “He’s compiling the purge! We have sixty seconds! Can we redirect that much energy?”
Lin Ke lay in the dust, his out-of-joint right shoulder burning like an open hearth.
