The Realm

The Heavenly Realm, late at night at the Divine Sword Sect's Ancestral Hall. It had been four days since Yan Liqiang entered the Sword Cavern...

During the ceremony, the Ancestral Hall was extremely lively and it was a splendid sight. After the ceremony, this spacious hall which enshrined the memorial tablets was indeed an eerie place, especially in the dead of the night.

Outside the Ancestral Hall tonight, it was snowing heavily and the chilly wind howled. The sound of the strong, biting cold wind blowing through the trees and rocks on Tiankui Peak and the upturned roof and eaves of the Ancestral Hall was akin to the wails of ghosts and the howls of wolves. However, it was silent in the Ancestral Hall. Only the oil lamps before the rows of memorial tablets were still lit, faintly illuminating the interior of the dark grand hall. The dim light shone eerily on the memorial tablets, revealing the names of those who had deceased in crimson.