Just as Corpse Burning Room No. 7 collectively shut its doors to reflect on their mistakes.
Ten thousand li west of the Beiliang Kingdom.
Ancient trees towered into the sky here, streams and rivers roared like tigers, vines coiled like dragons, sheer cliffs rose from perilous ground, and layer upon layer of mountains lay shrouded in mist.
A veil-like fog blanketed heaven and earth. Though the blazing sun hung high in Middle Heaven, it was no more than a blurry round blot.
Yet at this moment, a vast procession wound its way forward across the forest floor.
The group's attire was rather disorderly, and their weapons came in every variety imaginable. But without exception, every one of them exuded an extremely powerful aura.
The soldiers were like dragons, the horses like tigers, and even the Horned Scale Horses traveling with them were superb steeds chosen from a thousand.
Marching through deep mountains and wilds, through dim and dreamlike lands, their steps remained light as they crossed mountains and ridges as though walking on level ground.
This was naturally the procession heading west.
There were over a thousand people in all.
At the very front of the procession, several dozen people darted and leaped through the woods.
Blades cleaved and axes hacked. Under sweeping bursts of vital energy, trees fell one after another, opening a mountain road broad enough for carriages to pass.
When huge boulders blocked the way, a single hammer blow blasted them apart.
At streams, rivers, and deep ravines, they felled trees to make bridges.
If Demonic Beasts from the mountains and wilderness dared peer at them, they were killed in an instant.
This was true mountain-blockers-cleared, water-crossings-bridged.
The procession chatted and laughed, their clamorous voices carrying more than ten li away. Those fond of drink sipped as