Spatial Storm!

Behind Lingxiao Sect's mountain, the bamboo forest was deep and quiet.

This bamboo forest lay in the depths of the forbidden ground on the western foothills of Heavenly Sword Peak. For several li around, no disciples lived here; there was only the fine, rainlike rustle of wind passing through bamboo leaves.

Purple bamboo towered toward the sky, its joints tough and ironlike. The ground was carpeted with yellowed bamboo leaves accumulated over countless years, soft and soundless underfoot. At the very center of the forest was an open terrace that had been cut flat, and twelve ancient stone pillars several zhang tall stood there according to some profound and mysterious orientation.

Every stone pillar was carved all over with densely packed ancient array patterns. The lines were deeply embedded in the stone, still clear and discernible after thousands of years of wind and rain—this was the Lingxiao Sect's only cross-domain spatial teleportation spiritual array. Back then, the founding ancestor of the Lingxiao Sect had used this array to connect the Eastern Mausoleum Domain with the other three great domains. But ever since the spiritual power of the Eastern Mausoleum Domain had gradually waned, this grand array had lain silent for no one knew how many years—until today.

Lingxuzi stood with his hands behind his back at the center of the array base. Elder Qinghui, Elder Yunlong, Elder Suxin, Qingzhu, Xuanyin, and Jianchi, the six main peak elders, were arrayed on either side, each of their faces carrying a measure of gravity and anticipation.

The ancient array patterns on the stone pillars of the spatial teleportation array, dormant for long ages, were already faintly glowing with azure light.

Before long, the rustle of bamboo leaves approached from afar, and six figures walked out side by side from the bamboo forest path.