118 Dispatch of the Nine Heavens Dictum! (1/2)

It was already autumn now.

The autumn wind was growing chilly; an autumn shower made the weather seemed even bleaker.

As the breeze blustered above Tiantang City throughout the entire day, almost every man of Yutang, especially the warriors who had fought in battles, could not help but raise their heads to watch when they heard the ruffling noise.

This strong wind is sometimes the doing of our guardian, Supreme Wind, who manipulates the world’s air currents.

The wind roared in Tiantang. However, where had the hero gone to?

Early in the morning, three days later, a loud bellowing came from above Tiantang City. It was the autumn wind again. Wilted leaves danced on their way down as dust fogged up the air. The wind today seemed a lot stronger than usual...

Yun Yang emerged from his closed-door cultivation in the secret chamber, turning into a gust of wind with a twist of his body. He ascended into the sky soundlessly, becoming one with the roaring autumn wind.

The autumn wind had become strange.

”The Spectral Path of the Soul, Abyss Trail of Blood. The maximum of bloodlust brings about the climax of bitterness, the bleak wind and fog of souls must have an origin. Where the injustice lies, God will see!”

Yun Yang was well aware of this.

Whoever and whichever organization that used such extreme tactics would be despised by both god and humankind, loathed by both immortals and ghosts; it clearly went against the law of nature.

Similarly, understanding the enemy’s tactics meant that Yun Yang only needed to observe where the bloodlust was and where the grudge lay heaviest to know where his target was!

The autumn wind coalesced, forming a whirlwind in the air. Instantly, all the wilted leaves dancing in midair in Tiantang City were flung higher into the air once more.

Amidst the air was a massive pillar formed by a whirlwind, connecting heaven and earth, changing its position continuously as it followed the wind.

These occurrences had often happened last time, so people were not unduly worried seeing it. They had only thought of it as a common and natural phenomenon.

In the south side of the city, the whirlwind swept, wilting leaves danced across the sky like airy butterflies.

All was well south of the city.

As far as the eyes could see, it was a peaceful scene; there were no traces of bloodlust. Yun Yang maintained his whirlwind form and headed towards the west.

The Four Seasons Tower had actually left the east of the city alone when the biggest suspect should have been there. Yun Yang understood, however, that the city’s east was a concentrated area of poverty where most of the veterans gathered; it would be difficult to find a spot to execute the sacrificial ceremony for ”The Spectral Path of the Soul, Abyss Trail of Blood”.

A deeper underlying reason was that it was normally the wealthy areas or the official's areas with a heavier air of bitterness while the area with the heaviest resentment laid within the palaces!

It was the same for every empire.

No matter how open-minded the reigning monarch was, the palace was still where resentment and injustice were the most concentrated in a nation.

There were not many wealthy people in the east of Tiantang City, most of them were scattered in the west, north, and south; therefore, the city’s east was actually the area with the least air of bitterness in the city!

When Yun Yang had ridden the whirlwind around earlier, he had already made a rough observation of those locations.

Other than the palace in the center of the city that was roaring with an air of bitterness, it was similarly malevolent in the west, south, and north. The east was peaceful in contrast.

He only needed to comb through these places slowly.

Yun Yang was neither in a hurry nor was he impatient. He would go through these locations slowly.

It was tedious work.

Around an hour later, the whirlwind disappeared.

The autumn wind was still loud but it had become a drafty gust at the west of the city.

Streets and alleys became drafty places as wind blasted through each alley, each narrow street, and each road.

The wind did not subside for the entire day and night.

When Yun Yang returned to the Residence of Yun, his face was pale as a sheet. He just had a few mouthfuls of rice before he almost fell asleep, spent beyond exhaustion.

He rested for a bit and began to cultivate again.

He had to go on no matter how tired he was. His mission now was to cultivate, besides trying to pinpoint the location of the air of bloodlust. Only by increasing his ability a thousand-fold would he have the capability to face the impending storm.

The autumn wind swept by once more in the middle of the night.

It was the same for the three following days. All the streets in Tiantang City were swept clean of any dust by the shrieking autumn wind that seemed to linger longer than before.

”Why is it so odd this year? This autumn wind doesn’t seem to be ending…”

”Yeah, last year’s autumn wind began in the day and would stop for a bit at night, and die off in the middle of the night. This year though, the wind grows more hysterical the later in the night it gets, like a howling ghost. It gives me the goosebumps.”

”Hey, you’re right. I didn't pay much attention to it earlier. This is an ill wind.”

A burly man with a straight face among the crowd did not chip in and had only listened quietly, a hint of delight flashing unnoticed through his eyes as he left with wide strides.

In a secluded area, several people sat in a circle with unusually somber faces; there were a few more people approaching the area.

”Brothers, there may be good news.”