Not long afterward.
Northern Wilderness Cultivation World.
Border Mountain, Golden Winged Mountain.
At this moment, an air of grim slaughter permeated the place.
Tens of thousands of Ling Clan cultivators had gathered here, each having summoned their own magical artifacts. They watched the direction of the Boundless Great Swamp, as though prepared at any moment for the Demon Race within to suddenly charge out.
There were also more than a hundred thousand spirit beasts of all kinds, ready to pounce out from the spirit mountains at any time...
The same was true of several spirit mountains nearby.
For a time, this border was like a slumbering savage beast. Ordinary people would not dare approach it at all.
At the same time.
At the summit of Golden Winged Mountain.
Beneath an old tree.
"Uncle Cheng Mie has been gone for several days now. I wonder how he is doing."
Ling Lihao, the Fourth Rank Talisman Cultivator and mountain lord here, gazed into the distance with worry written across his face.
Ling Chengmie's previous journey into the Boundless Great Swamp to investigate the Demon Race's movements had begun because of him.
Moreover, Ling Chengmie was Ling Pengyun's third son.
It had to be known that Ling Lihao had entered the Nascent Soul Realm, and even advanced so swiftly to the Fourth Rank in the talisman path, all with Ling Pengyun's assistance.
Thus, if anything happened to Ling Chengmie, his conscience would surely never rest, and he would no longer have the face to meet Ling Pengyun.
For this reason, he truly wanted to personally enter the Boundless Great Swamp and search for Ling Chengxia.
But this border had only him, a single Nascent Soul cultivator, holding the fort. If he left lightly, the border's defensive line would inevitably become unstable, giving the