Looking at the black hurricane in the distance that was growing fiercer and fiercer, Yan Zhaoge sucked in a deep breath, "Ah Hu, sit in the air above the fire lamps, using your aura-qi to stabilise the ceremony."
Ah Hu glanced a little worriedly into the distance, but still did as Yan Zhaoge said.
He rose into the air, coming above the spring water, his aura-qi surging as he sat in the air above the golden lamps on the two long poles.
A black hurricane also appeared around Ah Hu, some faint purple qi mixed within, enveloping the Time Connection Spring to the west.
Meanwhile, Yan Zhaoge shot off in the direction of the encroaching black storm sweeping over in the distance.
An old man's figure was indistinctly visible within the black storm, his face dark and gloomy. It was precisely the remnant Elder of Black Nightmare Mountain, Zheng Shuo.
Zheng Shuo's gaze was similarly fixated on Yan Zhaoge.