Within a valley.
Three figures had a man surrounded in the middle.
The man looked young, but his aura was exceptionally powerful. Even among Nascent Soul Late Stage Great Cultivators, he ranked among the best.
Yet at this moment, he was filled with fury, staring at those surrounding him with grief and indignation.
"Ding Ling'er, Xiao Fufeng, we came from the same root. Why have you joined outsiders to harm me?"
Ding Ling'er, dressed in a revealing short golden skirt, stood smiling in the direction of the valley exit. Golden bells hung from her neck, wrists, and even her pale bare ankles.
As she chuckled softly, the bells seemed linked to one another and rang with crisp chimes.
"Senior Brother Yun, things have come to this, yet you are still so naive. Everyone knows that your Great Soul Gate intends to subdue my Golden Bell Sect and Purple Flame Mountain, where Junior Brother Xiao belongs. If we truly waited for you to achieve Spirit Transformation here and leave, our two sects would surely face calamity."
The bells rang crisply, yet carried an obscure, bewitching undertone.
Black radiance spread around Senior Brother Yun's body. He seemed entirely unaffected by the sound and instead shouted angrily, "Our three sects were originally one family. Only by becoming one again can we restore the glory of the Great Soul Gate. Why do you resist?"
At those words, Ding Ling'er could not help frowning.
The man in purple robes beside her gave a disdainful laugh. "Senior Sister Ding, why bother using such petty tricks to provoke him? Senior Brother Yun is a genius the Great Soul Gate sees only once in a thousand years. He has already cultivated the Soul Splitting Art to Great Accomplishment and is likely only one step from condensing his Primordial