An ancient mountain range lay shrouded in mist.
Deep within the mist, a black sapling barely a foot tall had taken root in the ground.
The tree seemed forged from bronze and iron, gleaming with a divine luster. Its bare branches held three pigeon-egg-sized Scarlet Fruits that shimmered with gorgeous rain-like light.
Not a blade of grass grew near the little tree, and even the mist dared not approach it.
Suddenly, a slender, graceful figure quietly emerged from the distant mist.
Her skin was like congealed cream, her beauty cool and striking, her figure supple and enchanting. Her temperament was as cold and secluded as an orchid blooming in an empty valley. It was none other than Tang Yuyan.
She held a Purple Short Blade in her right hand, her aura wholly restrained. She moved without a sound, gradually approaching the foot-tall black sapling.
Farther away, six Immortal Lords lay concealed within the mist.
Two were Immortal Lords of the Tang Clan, while the other four came from major powers closely tied to the Tang Clan.
Every one of them stood among the finest Immortal Lords of the present age.
At this moment, each had gathered their strength and waited, staring fixedly at Tang Yuyan and ready to fight at any moment.
When only thirty meters remained between her and the black sapling, Tang Yuyan quietly halted and lightly flicked the fingertips of her left hand.
A transparent thread as fine as an ox hair shot forth and silently wound itself around the roots of the black sapling.
But at that very instant, the ground beneath Tang Yuyan's feet suddenly split open. A White Bone Hand reached out and grabbed for her ankle.
Whoosh!
With a flick of her wrist, Tang Yuyan slashed down. The White Bone Hand shattered in