Ten days later, in a certain valley tens of thousands of miles from Floating Cloud Valley, at the border where You Province met Yanzhou, the green mountains were lush and rolling in unbroken waves. Apart from that, however, there was nothing unusual about the place.
The entire mountain was shrouded in thick mist all year round.
Yet very few people knew that this was Baisuan Pavilion's branch headquarters within You Province, and also its largest one. In terms of the cultivators' strength and scale, it was even a notch above the main altar.
The world of immortal cultivation had no benevolence, righteousness, or morality; it followed the jungle law where strength reigned supreme. Although Lu Ying'er had once lent Ma Yuntong a hand when he was down and out, the fellow had never felt particularly grateful. On the contrary, he had long coveted the pavilion master's throne.
How could a Late Core Condensation Realm cultivator like him stoop to serving beneath two juniors?
After many years of lying low, he had drawn in a large number of ungrateful wretches just like himself, and he had been plotting rebellion for a very long time.
Originally, everything had been going smoothly. The strength in his hands was already nearly twice that of the two pavilion masters. Though there were still many disciples loyal to Lu Ying'er and Liu Xin, even including a dozen or so Core Condensation Realm cultivators...
The scales of victory had clearly already tipped toward his side.
Yet the heavens would not aid a rebel.
Just before he meant to make his move, a mysterious Nascent Soul Cultivator arrived at Floating Cloud Valley. Though the man's identity remained unclear, it was obvious he had no shallow relationship with the two women.
That was somewhat troublesome. Nascent Soul old monsters