To the east, a pitch-black bone vessel hovered in midair.
At its prow stood a pale-faced young man in black, a terrifying aura faintly permeating his body. He was Qin Wuyan, hall master of the Plague Emperor Sect's Qi Hall.
Behind him stood several dozen Plague Emperor Sect disciples, every one of them emanating a cold, sinister aura.
To the west, a flying pavilion forged from ancient dragon bones stood suspended in the sky.
At the front of the pavilion, a stern-faced middle-aged man in gray robes stood with his hands behind his back. He was Lu Yuan, the one in charge of Yin Corpse Mountain's expedition. Behind him stood four or five Yin Corpse Mountain elders, all of them at the Saint Realm.
To the south, four expressionless puppets with bodies like celadon porcelain carried a jade-green sedan chair.
The curtain of the sedan was partially drawn, revealing the vague silhouette of a tall woman seated within, her face veiled.
She was Fairy Yun Ci, the Second Elder of the Spirit Burial Clan. More than twenty Spirit Burial Clan members stood around her. They had the fewest people, yet their auras were the most inscrutable.
To the north, the Corpse Immortal Sect occupied the best position. At their head stood an old man in white immortal robes—the Heavenly Corpse Patriarch of the Corpse Immortal Sect.
Thirteen Corpse Immortal Sect elders stood behind him, each with a formidable aura, all above the Saint Realm.
They were the strongest force present.
At this moment, an elderly man in gray robes atop the western dragon-bone flying pavilion looked toward Qing Chan and the others, surprise flashing through his eyes.
"Qing Chan? How did you end up here?"
A Saint Realm elder beside Lu Yuan spoke. He was Qing Chan's martial uncle, the