With Vicious Interval Venerable at his side, Dun Yi himself was also a Dao Lord of considerable strength.
The two tore open the void and arrived at the Featherfolk clan.
"Brother, someone from the Underworld has arrived."
Yu Ren Zheng rushed into the great hall in high spirits, reporting the good news to his elder brother, Yu Ren Yue, at once.
"Quick, invite them in."
Yu Ren Yue hurriedly rose to greet them. "Notify the clan elders to gather at the Blessed Land."
Shortly after.
Feather Mountain.
The Blessed Land atop the clouds of the High Firmament.
After receiving Yu Ren Yue's message, Yu Ren Ying hurried over. Nearly two zhang tall, he was lean-faced, with black feathers draping from his back like a cloak. The divine radiance of his half-step into the Dao was restrained, while his spiritual aura was steady and profound.
He was like the stabilizing pillar of the Featherfolk. As long as he remained, the Featherfolk would not descend into chaos.
The clan elders who had rushed over also searched for this Sixth Uncle of the Featherfolk at once.
Only upon seeing him did they let out long breaths of foul air.
"The Underworld's high cultivators came so quickly?" A saintly Featherfolk elder lowered his voice.
Less than a day had passed since the incident. To react and dispatch cultivators in such a short time—the cultivators who had reached the Featherfolk clan must be extraordinarily powerful.
"They came fast."
"The last one was a Dao Lord. This time..."
Hiss!
The elders looked over and immediately held their breath.
The refined middle-aged man, fan in hand and wearing a scholar's headscarf, was unmistakably a Dao Lord emanating spiritual aura.
Another genuine great power.
As for the other unknown cultivator—tall and gaunt, dressed in black robes, with