The gray clouds parted, and his vision cleared.
Before Li Qingyun's Dao Will illusory shadow, a vast ancient ruin domain emerged. It was larger than the Yellow Mud Temple and nearly comparable to Old Cliff Peak.
This was the Weird Sword Forest.
Its danger level had been rated at Six-Ring.
The barrier around the entire domain glowed a hazy icy white. Waves of chill seeped from within, yet any gray clouds that drew near were shredded by its cold, razor-sharp force.
As its name implied, this domain was related to "swords."
A grand circle of lamp light suddenly emerged around Li Qingyun. Within it was the faint outline of the Yellow Mud Temple, making the lamp light seem exceptionally "solid," impervious to outside force.
He moved to step into the hazy, icy-white Weird Sword Forest, then stopped. Turning his gaze slightly, he looked behind him.
"Fellow Daoist Qingyun, what a coincidence!"
An old man in gray robes came flashing over like lightning, the strange whiskers before him hissing with Gray Snakes. In an instant, he arrived beside Li Qingyun, a smile that was not a smile on his aged face as he offered his greeting.
They were both major figures in the Demon Buddha Alliance, so the courtesies required on the surface could not be dispensed with.
"So it is Old Gray. What a coincidence indeed. Have you come to the Weird Sword Forest on business?" Li Qingyun replied with a faint smile, though he secretly began calculating.
Then even the faint smile swiftly vanished from his face.
This old man had actually come for this humble Daoist on purpose?
Old Gray did not care about Li Qingyun's change in attitude. He simply boasted, "Five Quasi-Saint true spirits are about to be born in my clan. This can truly be