"God Yu'er? Which lineage of Immortal is this?"
Li Huowang racked his brain, turning this inexplicable name over and over, yet even within Hong Zhong's extensive memories, there was no trace of a God Yu'er.
As Li Huowang pondered, the distant villagers began to change again. The people inside the circle gradually quieted, extinguishing all their candles and oil lamps. In the utter darkness, they fell to their knees and prostrated themselves, bowing silently toward whatever lay before them.
"What are they worshiping?" Li Huowang camouflaged himself against the earth, stealthily creeping closer.
He first suspected they were worshiping the massive banyan tree, but he soon discovered that wasn't the case. The direction they faced was nothing but pitch-black darkness.
Wait a second… darkness?! Li Huowang's gaze fell upon the black cloths hanging from each of their shoulders; they seemed to have taken on a new meaning.
