A wonder falling down from heaven! A boy possessed by strange blood! Gods tremble! Demons flee! A boy from the land of Dong Zhou. A pink skull as his sworn friend until death. A story of a determined warrior struggling for power. A legend that shakes the galaxy and disturbs the worlds of god, demon and man.
There was no one outside the Hall of Magic as Shi Mu stepped-out of its entrance. The huge crowd of disciples – which was gathered outside the hall – seemed to have diverged.
His eyes flashed as he looked around. Then, he started to walk.
He arrived in front of a building after quarter-of-an-hour. The building seemed to be made of some kind of yellow wood. A huge horizontal board hung over its gate; it was inscribed with three words – Holy Spirit Pavilion.
The pavilion’s door was wide open. No one could be seen outside the building; there was complete silence. However, someone’s faint voice could be heard from inside.
Shi Mu raised his head. He got excited as he saw the board inscribed with ‘Holy Spirit Pavilion’. He took a deep breath, and stepped into the hall.
Suddenly, a person’s silhouette flashed past the gate; it was another person who had walked out of the hall.