A tiny black seed, as small as a grain of millet, drifted with the wind. Floating and drifting toward this direction, it seemed weightless like a dandelion seed, swaying in the breeze. But it left no trace in the sky.
However, the Heavenly Mirror on Chu Mo's body erupted with intense heat, instantly stinging Chu Mo.
This was a warning, only in extremely dangerous situations would the Heavenly Mirror suddenly burst forth such alarming heat.
But where was the danger?
Chu Mo slightly furrowed his brows.
By now, the seed had drifted closer, reaching a distance of several miles from Chu Mo.
It suddenly sparked a tiny spark.
Snap!
Then, it transformed into a person.
Standing aloft in the void, gazing down at Chu Mo and the Windwalker trapped in the arrays.
"Release him," the man said with a smile looking at Chu Mo.