Profound Spirit City was one of the Border Cities where the Human Race resisted the Alien Race.
Outside Profound Spirit City, the ground within a radius of two hundred thousand miles was strewn with countless corpses. There were corpses of Cultivators, as well as corpses of the Alien Race and Demon Beasts, and blood flowed like a river.
Countless treasures lay scattered across the ground while Human Race Cultivators cleared the battlefield.
A magnificent Golden Palace stood there, its flying eaves and interlocking brackets, its carved beams and painted rafters, exuding an imposing grandeur.
Thunder Serpent True Monarch and more than twenty other Cultivators were conversing. Their clothes were all stained with brown blood, though it was impossible to tell whether it belonged to their enemies or themselves.
Thunder Serpent True Monarch sat in the main seat, his gaze solemn.
"It has been many years since we last met, Fellow Daoist Long. Your abilities have improved greatly. You killed a Body Integration Realm Yaksha Race member and severely wounded a Body Integration Realm Essence Fire Race member."
A graceful Gold-Robed Elderly Woman offered him her flattery.
"Lady Li, you praise me too much. We achieved such a great victory through everyone's efforts, not mine alone."
Thunder Serpent True Monarch spoke modestly. His gaze shifted to a burly Red-Robed Elder, and he said with a smile, "If Fellow Daoist Liu had not held back the Yaksha Race's leader, Ye Li, we would never have achieved such a great victory."
The Red-Robed Elder had regular features and bright, piercing eyes. A sheathed treasured saber was strapped to his back, and a dense Killing Intent radiated from him.
Liu Qingfeng was from Townsea Palace. He was at the Integrated Body Late Stage and belonged to the Native Faction.
"Fellow Daoist Liu's Dharma Aspect