414. Preconceived notions, from the beginning without clarity

A dead silence hung in the heavens, beneath a curtain of drab rain.

Song He cautiously extended one finger outside the protective shield, only to have it immediately rattled by an indescribable spirit Qi.

His pupils constricted, and he quickly retracted his finger.

The fair fingertip showed a tinge of ashen color.

That color seemed eager to diffuse and spread, to corrode his body.

'Such a terrifying force of deathly silence.'

Song He pondered for a moment before saying to the people around him, "This place... is the world after the apocalypse."

The "apocalypse" he referred to was of course not the end of days in the eyes of mere mortals, which posed no threat at all to Cultivators.

What he was talking about was the breaking down of laws and the vanishing of spirit Qi.

It was completely unsuitable for Cultivators to exist here; how long one could stay depended entirely on the Cultivator's own spirit Qi and understanding of the laws.