At the highest point of Hengyu Island, atop the summit known as Clear Imperial Cold Peak.
The mountaintop resembled a sharp thorn coated in frozen ice.
Black aura steamed from Wei He as he stood upright upon the peak, gazing into the distance.
This place was already quite close to Great Moon's mainland.
Though it was still within the Sea Domain of Far Hope, it was only a few hundred nautical miles from Great Moon.
At this time, the two patriarchs, Cai Menghuan, and the others had all gone to arrange and adjust the sect's affairs.
The search for the sect master had to continue. They needed to exchange information with the Haining Alliance, while the sect itself had to coordinate matters proactively. After all, everyone's clansmen and relatives were here.
Should anything go wrong, it would become an enormous problem.
These clansmen and relatives were not True People. They were weak and powerless, yet they could not be abandoned.
Over these brief two-plus months, whenever Wei He recalled the various expressions the others in the sect had shown him, he found it somewhat amusing.
At first, everyone had believed that he was not Wei He at all, but an enemy spy from Great Moon in disguise.
Because such strength was simply not something Wei He, a newcomer to Full Reality, could possibly display.
Only after it had been verified did the upper ranks of Xuanmiao Sect finally, and with great reluctance, believe it.
But cultivating True Blood and True Strength together could actually make one plus one greater than two? That was even harder for them to understand.
Who had so much Primal Blood that they could use it without restraint?
Until Wei He released all of his True Strength on the spot, that vast and terrifying quantity of