In battles between cultivators—especially battles involving tens of thousands of cultivators—whether one concealed one's trail was not the key to victory.
When facing a cultivation family protected by a powerful formation, no matter how thoroughly one concealed oneself, it was impossible to break through the family's protective restrictions in an instant.
Rather than sneaking around, it was better to advance openly and appear aboveboard.
When he saw the large group of cultivators appear in the distance, Qin Fengming was overjoyed. He released his divine sense and swept it over them carefully for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face.
Although only two or three thousand cultivators had appeared, their strength could not be underestimated. There were five Integration stage cultivators alone, one of whom was at the mid Integration stage. As for those in the Nascent Soul stage, there were as many as seven or eight hundred.
With such strength, even if the Tang family was formidable, it would certainly find it difficult to withstand an assault.
He casually activated a Wind Concealment Talisman, his figure swaying as he rapidly approached the large group of cultivators in the distance.
Within the Ten Thousand Spirits Mountain Range, among a cluster of towering buildings, stood a great hall.
At that moment, more than a dozen cultivators stood inside the hall. Seated upright in the very center was an old man. After listening to the words conveyed by several sound-transmission talismans that shot toward him one after another, the old man's expression remained calm. He looked at the many clansmen standing before him, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
"What is meant to come will come sooner or later. Xing Wu, have all the carefully selected members of our clan been teleported away?" The seated old man's gaze was steadfast