Chương 846: Hatred of Two (Part 2)

The precipice wouldn't allow Ning Que to look at it, but Ning Que insisted. He stared at the fog clusters between the precipices, and those vague stone windows. Then, he felt more and more prickling on the eyes, which later turned into the stabbing of thousands of swords. He couldn't bear it any more and started shedding tears, looking extremely sad, and when he opened his eyes, the eyes had already swollen like peaches.

He didn't know the name of the array between the precipices, but he had felt its magic. He thought to himself that Haotian Taoism was surely the greatest power in the world now. Its foundation was so strong that not a single trace of declining could be found around the West-Hill Palace, even though it was declining these years.

The array between the precipices were to block those who tried to peep into the You Prison. And it wouldn't do terrible damage if one kept far away from it, or stopped staring at the fog.