Border Dispatch, Longevity Dao Rhyme Suppresses All Directions

Within the Hongmeng Sacred Hall's council chamber, sandalwood incense curled through the air, yet the atmosphere was several degrees graver than usual. Shen Hao sat upright in the seat of honor, dressed in a moon-white Daoist robe. His gaze rested calmly on a scout standing below, with no emotion visible on his face. On either side of the chamber stood Lei Meng, Elder Mu Chen, and the leaders of every race. Their expressions were solemn, their eyes fixed tightly upon the scout, unease faintly stirring in their hearts.

The scout wore fitted black attire, his clothes covered in dust and his face marked by exhaustion. Yet he still held his back straight as he bowed to Shen Hao. "Reporting to the Co-Lord, cultivators of unknown origin have appeared along the Hongmeng border. Their movements are secretive. They frequently linger around the border, plundering the people's spirit fruits and pills, and have even injured several border guards."

Shen Hao's brows knit slightly. Ever since returning from the secret realm, the Hongmeng Great Land had remained peaceful and harmonious. The people of all races lived and worked in peace, and there had never been any sign of foreign invasion. Who exactly were these cultivators of unknown origin?

"Have you uncovered their origins?" Shen Hao's voice remained calm, but it carried an unquestionable authority.

The scout shook his head. "In reply to the Co-Lord, these cultivators' auras are extremely strange. They belong neither to the Dark Universe nor to any race of Hongmeng. Their cultivation arts are sinister and ruthless, and black Killing Intent coils around their bodies. It bears some resemblance to the Killing Intent that surrounded the Mystic Iron One-Horned Bear."

"Black Killing Intent?" Elder Mu Chen's expression changed abruptly as he cried out, "Could they be Sha Demon Cultivators left