Central Plains, northern Great Qin Dynasty, Jinli Mountains.
On a boundless plain, a group of cultivators were locked in battle. Waves of force surged, and explosions rang out without cease.
Wang Tianwen's expression was cold. His scholar's robe was stained with brownish blood, and his face was pale.
He had already cultivated to the Core Formation Eighth Layer. Over the years, he had traveled far and wide, exterminating Heretical Cultivators and protecting mortal commoners.
His official rank had risen steadily. Less than a century after joining the Myriad Immortals Bureau, he had already become a Deputy Commander. Above him were eight other Deputy Commanders, all backed by powerful factions.
The position of Deputy Commander was reserved for those with connections; they had few subordinates and little real authority.
The Great Qin Dynasty was riven by internal strife, and the four dynasties, including the Great Yan Dynasty, naturally would not let such a fine opportunity slip by. The four great dynasties each supported factions they favored, seeking greater benefits for themselves.
Against this backdrop, Wang Tianwen had been dispatched by the Myriad Immortals Bureau to the Great Qin Dynasty to contact Prince Li. The Great Yan Dynasty secretly backed several factions, and Prince Li was merely one of them. Otherwise, it would not have been Wang Tianwen's turn to contact him.
Wang Tianwen and his group had only just left Prince Li's territory when they were attacked.
Confucian cultivation flourished in the Great Qin Dynasty, but the demonic path was no minor force either.
A Black Skirt Matron with a seductive figure and peach blossom eyes wielded a folding fan that gleamed with black light. With every wave, a cloud of pungent Black Mist surged forth and struck at her opponents.
When the Black Mist struck cultivators' Magic Treasures, green smoke