Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, Li Soul Valley, Horizon Sea Pavilion.
As one of the Seven Great Powers of the Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces, throughout the long years past, the three sects had protected and supported one another, sharing the same breath and linked branch to branch.
Yet times changed, and now they had reached the point where they could not live under the same sky.
The high-ranking cultivators of the three sects fought in bloody slaughter, one side holding the timing, terrain, and people's support, while the other had numerous experts.
In the blink of an eye, the battle had already continued for several hours, yet victory and defeat were still hard to distinguish.
In a valley covered with ice crystals, two women at the Nascent Soul Early Stage perished at the same time. Judging from their clothing, they belonged to Horizon Sea Pavilion, while the one who had struck them down was a fellow wreathed in eerie ghostly Qi.
Li Soul Valley had not only human cultivators, but also large numbers of Yinhun and ghostly beings.
And the Ghost Emperor before them was already at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage; his cultivation naturally was not something two women who had only recently formed their Nascent Souls could compare to.
Not far from there, by a small pool of water, an intense battle had likewise just decided victory and defeat.
A woman dressed in white stood barefoot, her delicate face seeming untouched by the smoke and fire of the mortal world. Yet the precious sword gripped in her hand dripped with blood, and two monks of the Nascent Soul Realm had had their heads cut off by her.
In a boundless gravel wasteland, three cultivators were fleeing in panic, their faces filled with alarm.
Flying at the very