The heartland of Yan Kingdom.
Deep within the Lingxiao Mountain Region.
On an open stretch of land north of the Ling Clan Territory stood a massive city spanning several thousand zhang.
The city was packed with houses, and ragged mortals devoid of spiritual energy lived within, bustling through its streets and alleys.
In the northern part of the city lay a vast expanse of farmland, where many mortals toiled.
Deeper within was an area shrouded in clouds and mist. It was the most mysterious place in the entire city—the City Lord Manor. Rumor had it that cultivators came and went there.
Passing through that veil of mist would lead one inside, where the spiritual energy was exceptionally dense. It was a Second Grade Middle Rank spirit ground.
Yet this spirit ground was now utterly quiet, with scarcely any sign of human presence.
Only a young man clad in a Ling Clan Daoist Robe, emanating an Early-Stage Foundation Establishment aura, sat meditating beneath a pine tree.
On the ground before him lay a formation plate, as though it were an exceedingly precious treasure.
The four walls of that enormous city, however, presented an entirely different scene.
Thirty cultivators clad in Ling Clan Daoist Robes each controlled either a demonic corpse or a spirit beast. Stationed across the city's four walls, they watched every direction beyond the city without the slightest slackness, as though the city's liveliness had nothing to do with them.
At that moment, the ten-foot-tall bronze bells erected at the center of each of the four walls suddenly trembled.
A mighty peal of bells rang out at once, echoing in all directions.
The next instant, countless formation patterns emerged from every corner of the city, rising into the air and interweaving into a massive formation that enveloped the entire