Beyond Eight Palaces Town.
A desolate wilderness.
The Red Robes' military tents rustled in the cold wind.
Rain poured down in sheets.
In recent days, apart from the day White Cavern's dimensional space had opened, nearly every other day had been one of unceasing rain.
This land had already been rather barren.
With White Cavern open, the number of people lingering here had plummeted, making the surroundings all the more gloomy and sinister.
"Buzz!"
Inside the auxiliary tent, a circular disc suddenly shook violently, startling awake the drowsy Red Robes guard.
He was a middle-aged man with a hood over his head and both hands tucked into his sleeves. As he dozed, drool had nearly streamed from his mouth like a waterfall.
But when the disc gave that violent shudder, his whole body jolted as though electrocuted, and he sprang up on reflex.
"They're here?"
Panic was difficult to conceal on the Red Robes man's face.
Lan Ling, the person in charge of the White Cavern Red Robes, had once said that this Celestial Origin Spirit-Seeking Disc was meant to detect stowaways above the Cutting Path.
Within a radius of thirty miles, so long as anyone above that realm appeared, the Celestial Origin Spirit-Seeking Disc could detect them instantly.
At present, Lan Ling, Xin, and Shouye had all entered White Cavern.
The only one left here who could handle affairs was Lord Black Soul.
"Men, quickly go invite Black Soul—"
The Red Robes man had only called out halfway when the tent flap was immediately lifted by a hand clad in dark armor.
"Lord Black Soul!"
The man instantly bent into a bow.
"What is it?"
Black Soul was a man entirely encased in dark armor, his face utterly invisible, his voice deep and forceful.
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