A moment later, the five Great Cultivators flew back one after another, their expressions grave. They had found no other cultivators nearby.
"Good. Junior Brothers, I will now remove the restrictive spell before us. To ensure nothing goes wrong, Junior Brother Hu, remain on patrol around the perimeter. If any other cultivators appear, do not let them approach. Kill them if you can. If you cannot, hold them off until we have finished our business."
The old man surnamed Yun turned toward a black-bearded old man at the peak Ghost Lord stage and spoke in the same low voice.
"As you command, Senior Brother Yun." The black-bearded old man acknowledged the order. His figure blurred, then vanished into the white mist without a trace.
Turning back, the old man surnamed Yun raised his hand. The token in his palm flashed with dark light, then became a streak that shot into the white mist before him.
As the token disappeared, a clear hum suddenly rang out from within the white mist ahead. The mist churned, revealing an immense, hazy azure barrier that covered an area over a hundred zhang across. Waves of restrictive energy surged over its surface, while intricate runic patterns wove endlessly across it.
An intensely dazzling mass of azure light flashed wildly. The dense, pure yin energy in the surroundings abruptly converged, instantly drawing in all the white mist formed from yin energy within several dozen zhang of the barrier.
Crack! With a crisp snap, the immense azure barrier abruptly dissolved into specks of starlight and vanished without a trace.
The instant the immense barrier disappeared, a towering altar covering more than ten mu stood revealed before them.
"Good. The altar has appeared. Junior Brothers, let us go over together." The old man surnamed Yun spoke in a