Yanzhou, Northern Heaven Pass.
Since yesterday, when the Qiankun Dao Sect had voluntarily sounded the gong and withdrawn its troops on the orders of the Longevity Immortal Monarch, they had shown no intention of leaving the pass to fight, even as night fell today.
The cold night was bleak, and the north wind wailed.
Amid the midnight chill, a streak of light swept over, and Jin Yang appeared atop Northern Heaven Pass.
Unlike the Xuanmen true cultivators from before, whose aura had been upright and whose spirits had soared, Jin Yang was now shrouded in a hooded black robe. Beneath its brim, his expression and features could not be seen, nor was there any sign of the distinctive attire of a Yuanyang Dao Sect true disciple.
Landing silently atop Northern Heaven Pass, Jin Yang did not enter Longevity Immortal Palace at once. Instead, he stared toward the Eastern Heaven Daoist Sect's encampment. By the cover of night, he could clearly see distinct streams of golden and silver radiance descending from the heavens, winding around one another as they sank into the Penglai Dao Sect's flagship.
He did not even need to sense much. The blazing, masculine heat unique to the great sun and the icy, feminine chill of the lunar yin were already crashing into him head-on. With another distant probe, the immense power of sun and moon even materialized into surging water and fire. For a moment, a flaming dragon and an icy dragon roared as they lunged and snapped at him.
With a cold snort from Jin Yang, the imposing force unique to Integration cultivation erupted, and the ice-and-fire dragons scattered without a trace.
From beginning to end, there had been no ice-and-fire dragons. They were merely the repelling spiritual mechanism spontaneously formed after solar essence and lunar