Chu Country, Celestial Corpse Sect's Celestial Corpse Mountain.
A massive, gloomy ancient hall stood in silent stillness. Above it, two clusters of blue-white bone flames blazed fiercely, giving off eerie sounds. From afar, the entire hall looked even more like a gigantic primordial Exotic Beast.
At this moment, more than a dozen Nascent Soul Cultivators had gathered within the hall. If Ye Jingcheng were here, he would certainly recognize Qinghe True Monarch of the Qinghe Sect, Yuan Ze True Monarch of the Celestial Water Sect, most of the remaining Nascent Soul Cultivators from the Qi-Lu Four Sects, and Celestial Corpse True Monarch of the Celestial Corpse Sect.
All of them looked toward Saint Cloud True Monarch and Crimson Blood True Monarch in the center.
After all, these two were Penglai's envoys, and they had to heed their commands.
In truth, they did not want to stop Bai Yao True Monarch's breakthrough.
Whether it succeeded or failed, it would not bring them much benefit.
They might even perish because of it. The struggle for the Great Dao had always been incomparably cruel.
At times, they could not help feeling the grief of a rabbit dying before a fox.
As Nascent Soul Cultivators, they asked themselves: if they were the ones breaking through to Spirit Transformation, would Penglai agree to it—or even protect them?
They would probably have to guard against everything like Medicine King Valley, treading on eggshells, and in the end, might still come away empty-handed because of Penglai Sect.
Sometimes, they did not dare ponder the answer too deeply.
They only knew that the Eight Desolations Sect had fallen in exactly this manner before.
If they refused to comply, it might not be long before the Eastern Region lost another Nascent Soul sect.
"We can set out now. Medicine