Winds and clouds gathered; dragons and snakes mingled.
The treasures left behind by Ancient Cultivators were no small matter. Though doubts lingered in their hearts, more and more immortal cultivators still came one after another, braving death like waves crashing forward.
Some had thought there might be a conspiracy, but so what? Cultivation was dangerous to begin with. Which high-level cultivator had not walked through foul winds and rains of blood?
Even if the Ancient Cultivators' treasures might not be real, with so many fellow cultivators going in, they could still fish in muddy waters and seize the chance to kill and rob treasures.
And there were far more than one or two people harboring such thoughts. The very air seemed to grow thick with a dangerous atmosphere.
On the outskirts of Yunling Mountain, atop an unremarkable little peak.
Two figures stood proudly at the summit.
The one on the left looked only seventeen or eighteen, even a little younger than Lin Xuan. His skin was lustrous and white as jade, yet his hair and brows were like winter snow.
His bearing was calm and unworldly. If the elders of Haoshi City saw him, they would certainly turn pale with shock—this man was actually the city lord they held in awe.
Shouldn't North Nether True Lord have been cultivating in seclusion inside his cave abode? What had he come here for?
Even more surprising was the fellow beside him.
His whole body was shrouded in a mass of black qi. Though his features could not be seen clearly, they were faintly quite different from a human's. In particular, the aura he emitted was astonishingly similar to Jialuo Ancient Demon's.
His identity was a mystery, but his cultivation had also reached Nascent Soul Late Stage.
That fellow kept his eyes tightly