South Sea, Coral Sea Region, on a desolate island spanning a hundred li.
Over a thousand cultivators had gathered on the island, the weakest of them at the Core Formation Stage.
Wang Yingjie stood atop a low earthen slope, his brows tightly furrowed.
Following his gaze, one could see a valley shrouded in dense white mist.
Inside the valley, more than thirty Nascent Soul Cultivators, including Wang Changsheng, stood in small groups of twos and threes, each wearing a different expression.
A tall old man stood before them. His beard and hair were streaked with white, his complexion ruddy. He wore a wide green robe that swayed in the wind, its fluttering hems lending him the air of an immortal sage. He was Fu Min, Eastern Fence World's sole Rogue Cultivator at the Spirit Transformation Stage.
"This mission will be personally led by this old man. Everyone must obey orders. Those who defy them will be killed without mercy."
Fu Min spoke coldly, his gaze icy.
To be honest, leading this group to Azure Ripple World to cause trouble was exceedingly dangerous. However, Fu Min did not have much lifespan remaining—only a little over four hundred years. If he did not take a gamble now, four hundred years later, he would become a pile of white bones.
It had not been easy for Fu Min, as a Rogue Cultivator, to reach the Spirit Transformation Stage, but this was as far as he could go. Taking another step forward was harder than scaling the heavens.
A war between worlds was Fu Min's opportunity. Staying in Eastern Fence World meant merely taking blows passively; he might as well wreak havoc in Azure Ripple World. Perhaps he might have a chance to cultivate to the late Spirit Transformation Stage. Even if that failed,