Myriad Swords Return to Origin

The Dou Ling Empire's north was already close to the Northern Icefield, so at night, even in summer, it was usually much cooler. This night, dark clouds blanketed the sky, as if a torrential downpour might descend at any moment. It carried an incomparably heavy feeling, leaving people dispirited.

Time passed. The night wind began to howl, and because of the geography, the cold wind truly blew hard and fast. The temperature plunged with it. Without a thick cotton coat, one might even get frostbite.

On the gates of Chunfeng Pass, every patrolling soldier had extremely sharp eyes, watching every movement outside the city at all times. If a top-level expert were here, they would definitely be shocked. The more than two hundred men on the gate were actually all Soul Masters, and not low-rank Soul Masters either.

According to Li Wu's view, the many generals unanimously decided that during the day, regular soldiers and Soul Masters would patrol together, while at night, Soul Masters with at least Soul King cultivation would be sent directly to patrol. There had been far too many surprise night attacks in history. They had to be vigilant.

And inside one of the gate towers, the Second Worship of the Dou Ling Empire sat steadily within. In front of him, a pot of hot tea was steeping, filling the tower with fragrance.

Of the two Titled Douluo in Chunfeng Pass, one guarded the city gate, and the other stayed beside Li Wu.

"Report. Nothing has happened outside. The soul power fluctuation sensor has not reacted."

A soldier dressed as a Soul Emperor cultivator came to the gate tower and reported the situation to the Second Worship. According to Li Wu's requirements, the situation outside the city had to be reported from atop the gate every