Although the distance was too great for me to sense how fierce the battle over there was, explosions still reached us across that vast span. That alone showed how immense their power was—at the very least, attacks of that scale required the might of a tenth-stage immortal.
In the pitch-black pit, countless beams of white light appeared in the direction of the exit. Over here, Zhou Qiping wore a smug expression. "Boy, you possess the Ancestral Dragon's destiny, so I won't make things difficult for you. Your grandmother should have run into an interception by Fellow Daoist Duan Shuwen of Qingyang Valley and Fellow Daoist Lian Tuhai of Immortal Tower. Both sects brought their elites! Your grandmother is certainly going to die this time!"
"To call it an ambush from all sides wouldn't be an exaggeration. Zhou Ying truly thought Senior Brother Zhou had merely found one or two sects to help him, never imagining that you would actually persuade all ten great sects to join you. Heh, after all these years, this is the first time I, Mo Xiao, have experienced such a high-level encirclement. This net is tight indeed." The man in white put away his jade flute and walked with his hands behind his back across the top of the sinkhole. Then he raised his head and looked down at me. "Child bearing the Ancestral Dragon's destiny, you would do well to pledge allegiance to us early. We're about to establish a new organization in Lanzhou. Once you join, you'll undoubtedly become part of its leadership. Conquering the world and swallowing up the Nine Provinces will be entirely within your grasp!"
From the ground, black figures soon flew one after another into the sky. Their clothes were all different, though most belonged to the Netherworld Ghost Way.