Xu Xuan had no idea what just happened.
But she saw countless tangled "lines," which seemed ready to shred the Tang Sect to pieces.
Xu Xuan was stunned.
Standing atop the courtyard wall, Xu Xuan watched as abyssal tentacles writhed and devoured each other above the Tang Sect, the whole cat involuntarily shivering.
She had seen many lines before, Zhou Li's colorful and intricate looping lines, the Yellow-Robed Monk's vast and strange endless lines.
But lines filled with such pure malevolent desires and evil thoughts—this was her first encounter.
Human desires are manifold, and desires in themselves are neither right nor wrong. Yet some desires are filled with malice, leading the "results" to take the worst possible turn, even veering toward the abyss.
And through Xu Xuan's eyes, the whole Tang Sect was now tightly coiled by twisted lines of malice. Those lines continuously contracted, tightened, as if trying to crush the Tang Sect, filling the air with a bone-chilling greed.
