Fishing

Two months passed in the blink of an eye.

True Person Yunyan's plan had already been underway for a month. All the True Persons had been mobilized and divided into two groups to lead their teams on patrol, with True Person Yunyan accompanying them throughout each day.

That day, Ji An and True Person Moyun were assigned to the same group. They flew at the very front, twenty zhang apart, while the Chaoyuan Stage cultivators followed behind in a slightly spread-out formation.

At the rear of the team, True Person Yunyan held the line.

Ji An raised his head and looked up at the pitch-black sky. It was noon. The world outside blazed beneath the sun, while this place lay steeped in silent darkness.

According to past records, the demonic mist in certain regions could linger for more than a hundred years.

This True Demon Tribulation was different from those in the past. No one knew what changes might yet occur.

Three calm, clear whistles came from behind the group. As agreed, this was the signal to stop and rest.

Ji An slowly descended and circulated his spiritual power, condensing a Firecloud of white spiritual flames that burned away the twisted wild grass.

The vegetation instantly turned to flying ash. Smoke curled upward, and within a few breaths, a large open space had been cleared.

He then formed a hand seal and cast the Cold Wind Art. A thirty-zhang-wide band of fierce wind howled through the area, blowing away the remaining ash as the scorching ground rapidly cooled.

The many Chaoyuan Stage cultivators descended one after another, gathering in small groups of three or five as they took out Purifying Spirit Talismans and activated them.

True Person Moyun surveyed the surroundings, put away his clouds and mist, and descended.

"Fellow