The entire Wind Clan had obtained no more than five Illusory God Tokens. No wonder Feng Ling had wanted to join forces with her.
Xu Chunniang shook her head. "I have no intention of forming an alliance. Find someone else."
Seeing her turn and leave, Feng Ling could not hide his disappointment. He had been rejected again.
Sky-Gazing Hound had guessed correctly. Only three Wind Clan cultivators had entered Creation Mountain this time.
Creation Mountain was under a forbidden law. Here, all communication spells and divine abilities were rendered useless.
Thus, he had no way to contact the other two clansmen, nor did he know where they were or whether they were safe.
Feng Ling knew full well that with the strength of himself and the other two clansmen, gathering one hundred Creation Stones within three days was almost impossible.
The Wind Clan had been weak for a long time. As the clan chief, he was duty-bound to lead the entire Wind Clan to new heights.
Thus, he had taken the initiative, actively seeking out lone cultivators in hopes of finding several trustworthy allies.
Yet reality had repeatedly slammed doors in his face.
The moment others heard that he was from the Wind Clan, they fled faster than the wind.
Several people had even attacked him without distinguishing black from white when they discovered his trail, seeking to seize the Creation Stones on him.
He had spent great effort just to barely escape.
Thinking of everything he had experienced over the past day since entering Creation Mountain, bitterness appeared on Feng Ling's face.
Over these past two thousand years, the Wind Clan's territory had grown smaller and smaller, while its clansmen had become fewer and fewer.
If this continued, sooner or later, the entire Wind Clan would vanish.
This time,