Song Ciwan looked up and walked toward the faint silhouette on the mountain path.
She found the visibility here was extremely low. Even her Spiritual Vision was suppressed to a radius of about three feet around her, preventing her from seeing far.
An indescribable murmur drifted through the cold, gloomy air, seeming both far and near, hazy and persistent.
The sound was vexing, stirring one's emotions and making their Qi Blood roil.
Fortunately, Song Ciwan's Divine Soul was stable and her Spirit Platform was clear. In her Sea of Consciousness, the Heart Demon Seed formed by the Void Illusion Demon Sword stirred slightly, and all the irritating sounds instantly receded.
If Song Ciwan chose to listen carefully, she could still hear them, but the sounds could no longer affect her emotions in the slightest.
She had layered ten Armor Talismans and ten Exorcism Talismans on herself.
