On the desolate, vast island, teams of Qi Refinement Cultivators came and went, carrying out patrol duties.
Suddenly.
At the very center of the island, spiritual light shot into the sky.
The Foundation Establishment Cultivators in the patrol teams looked up.
"Which senior has arrived at the Qu Yang Defense Line this time?"
"The Beast Tide has been quiet for more than half a year now. There is no war to fight, so why come to this bitterly cold place for no reason?"
At the same time, an evasive light flew into the gigantic pale stone house at the center of the island.
Before entering, he gave an order to the cultivators guarding the vicinity.
"Guard the entrance well. Do not let idle outsiders enter."
After the Foundation Establishment True Cultivators below acknowledged the order, he went straight inside and watched as the spiritual light on the large array diagram in the stone house gradually faded from its peak, finally settling into stillness.
Four figures appeared before his eyes.
At a single glance, he looked toward the elderly man in the center.
"So it is Fisherman Senior. Xiao BuHuan pays his respects."
At the center of the array platform, the old man staggered, then instantly steadied himself.
Before he could reply, a loud splash sounded beside his ear.
A foul stench rushed straight at them.
Fishing Old Man frowned and swept his sleeve, dispersing the strange odor. His gaze fell upon the man sitting collapsed on the ground, vomiting.
"It was only a short-distance teleportation. With the abilities of Golden Core Cultivators like us, why has it come to this?"
Hao Ye had only just opened his mouth. "I..."
Before he could finish, he vomited another large mouthful of foul water with a splash.
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