On a vast plain at the outskirts of the Myriad Puppets Mountain Range stood a towering red city over three hundred feet high. It had been built from some kind of red brick and stone, its walls stretching twenty li long and ten li wide. Cultivators rode Spirit Birds through the skies overhead, patrolling the area.
Atop the city wall stood a golden-skirted woman with a slender waist and curvaceous hips, gazing into the distance with tightly furrowed brows. A black flame emblem was embroidered upon her cuff. She was Fan Ruoruo of the Nine Serenities Sect.
"What is going on? They still haven't returned. Could something have happened to Daoist Wu and the others?"
Fan Ruoruo muttered to herself, her expression somewhat grim. The ten major sects of the Northern Frontier had joined forces and conscripted a great number of cultivators to build five cities around the Myriad Puppets Mountain Range, stationing heavy forces within them. Every city had no fewer than four Nascent Soul Cultivators, able to support one another, all to prevent the Netherworld Spiders from escaping the Myriad Puppets Mountain Range.
Since the Netherworld Spiders had emerged, tens of thousands of cultivators had already perished, along with over a hundred thousand mortals. The losses were immense. Some time ago, vast numbers of Netherworld Spiders had surged out of the Myriad Puppets Mountain Range. Only after the cultivators of the ten major sects joined hands had they managed to repel the spiders' assault and drive them back into the mountain range.
The Qianyang Couple were stationed in the same city as Fan Ruoruo. There were four Nascent Soul Cultivators in total, and three of them had gone after the Netherworld Spiders but had yet to return. That was hardly a good sign.
"Martial Uncle Fan, someone is