Experts Gather Like Clouds

"Our Six Yin Lineage has only been at Mangniu Ridge for a little over ten years, but we have managed it with utmost care. It can be called an iron bucket that cannot be breached. This time, we have gathered fellow cultivators here, so there is no need to fear anyone coming to cause trouble..."

As Zheng Chuan spoke, he led Xiang Yang toward a lofty peak. At its summit, a vast level ground spanning a hundred zhang had been carved out, and an enormous palace had been built there. It was presumably where Six Yin Superior usually rested and practiced martial arts.

Climbing high above the clouds and looking down upon all living beings—such breadth of mind and grandeur perhaps reflected the state of mind of this underworld overlord as well.

According to Zheng Chuan, the gathering would close five days later. Before then, all guests would be received by Mangniu Ridge and divided into two areas: Postnatal and Xiantian.

The Postnatal area was naturally handled by Liu Yin's disciples, which suited their status. There were the most martial artists there, and they were a mixed lot with grievances of their own. Arguments often gave rise to trouble, so they were housed among the western mountain peaks, far from Mangniu Ridge's main peak.

Xiantian experts like him, meanwhile, temporarily stayed in the clusters of small residences beneath Six Yin Great Hall. The dwellings were scattered apart and quiet, suitable for the many Xiantian experts to rest.

Of course, for those who did not like quiet places, there was also a small hall that supplied fine food, beautiful women, and all manner of rare curiosities day and night, where everyone could seek pleasure and amusement. In short, the Six Yin Lineage wanted its many Xiantian guests to feel entirely at