Qing Cang was considered part of the middle generation among the Human Race's Three Regions, so he traveled outside often. He was also the one who coordinated and controlled information about the Three Regions. If one asked who in the Human Race's Three Regions knew the most about the Cultivation World, it would undoubtedly be Qing Cang.
But to be fair, the Mahayana strength in the Human Race's Three Regions truly could not compare with that of An Xun the Ghost, the Mahayana cultivator of the Chisheng Alliance.
It was rumored that over the countless years, seven Mahayana cultivators had fallen at the hands of the Four Great Dark Forces. The Chisheng Alliance had made the most moves, and An Xun the Ghost had even defeated the Mahayana cultivators who had gone to besiege the Dark Forces several times.
"Hahaha... Who would have thought that the Dark Ghost, who has always kept himself hidden, would brazenly appear in my Tianhong Realm? Do you believe that if I shout once, several fellow Daoists will be willing to act and keep you here?" A burst of laughter rang out as a middle-aged cultivator appeared beside Qing Cang.
"You are Huangfu Nuo? Go ahead and shout, then. I, this old man, will stand right here today and see who dares to attack me!" Black mist billowed, and the drifting voice rang out once more.
This top Mahayana cultivator of the Dark Forces possessed extraordinary courage. He had not put the Mahayana cultivators of the world in his eyes at all.
"Who dares cause trouble before the Manghuang Sect's mountain gate? Are you tired of living?" Following the ethereal voice, a booming shout rolled over from afar.
A mass of pale-blue fluorescent light suddenly surged into view in the distance. After flickering several times,