Cai Xuefang blinked his eyes. It did not change what he was seeing and how it affected him. Pitch black darkness. Night surrounded them. Moonless and far more foreboding than anything he had ever seen. A darkness that was thick and almost living. He moved his hands, fingers trailing in the fog like night. Shadows moving. There was no sensation to it. No heat or cold. No shift in any sense at all. Nothing that would allow a less perceptive person to notice what it was or that it even existed. His current travel partner could not tell the difference if it smacked him in the face. Someone screamed behind him. But he ignored all their pitiful cries and begging. Rubbing his beard in thought did not help. His angular and sharp chin allowed him a perpetual ‘in deep thought’ persona that he used to get closer to people. Hide the demons within him. But it was completely for show. Cai Xuefang’s mind was quick. Sharper than a blade. More useful too. Quicker than what he portrayed too. Yet, he could not figure out what was happening. His massive font of knowledge did not allow him the understanding to piece together this puzzle without ridiculous answers. Wisdom and said font of knowledge would dictate that a master of the Shadow Arts the was also a Shadow Domain User who also is an Array Master had not only set up a profound piece of work, but also large enough to cover the entire forest around the Silver Mountain Gang’s little hovel. No Qi lines. No focal points. No acolytes chanting, disciples and students repeating phrases. No sacrifices to continue providing their life energy to sustain a demonic and mighty array. There was nothing to indicate everything he had come to as a conclusion. All set up where they stood now. Covering stretches so large, he wasn’t sure he could escape it in a single leap. He would need to teleport and waste decades of Qi cultivation. Could a legendary (...)