The Appreciation Tournament arrived as scheduled.
That day, Shen Yi, like everyone else, arrived early at the venue to wait. This was the main hall plaza of the Corpse Herding Sect, protected by a special barrier.
Many seats had been arranged high above the plaza. Everyone was astonished; these chairs could all be considered magical artifacts. One could not help but marvel at the Corpse Herding Sect's lavish generosity.
"Is that the Corpse Herding Sect's Spirit Transformation Patriarch?"
At the center of the sky sat an old man with a long beard, endless corpse qi emanating from his body. Behind him stood two figures, one on either side, their faces expressionless and equally wreathed in corpse qi. Judging by their cultivation, they were only one step away from the Spirit Transformation Realm.
This man was Shi Wuxie, the Corpse Herding Sect's sole remaining Spirit Transformation Cultivator. Rumor had it that he had lived for over a thousand years. Behind him stood his two proudest creations: two Nascent Soul Middle Stage corpse puppets he had refined while in the Nascent Soul Realm. They had followed him through conquest and growth, and had now reached the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm.
Just as Shi Wuxie took his seat, he saw a patch of purple-black clouds rapidly approaching from afar. Wherever it passed, it carved a long furrow of spiritual energy through the air.
"It's Feng Huaxue! Another overlord of the Eastern Domain!"
Following everyone's gazes, Shen Yi discovered a tall, slender figure standing atop the purple clouds. Wind and snow swirled around him. Though he bore the appearance of a man, he gave off an effeminate impression.
"Brother Shi, Xue offers his greetings."
Feng Huaxue moved with a softness that made him seem exactly like a woman. Yet who could have