The climate in Underworld Continent barely changed throughout the year. A faint chill always rode on the gentle breeze. The land where Witch God Sect stood had been destroyed several times, but under supreme divine powers and arts, ancient trees had once again grown thick and lush. As the breeze swept through, patches of withered yellow leaves rose into the air, swirling and dancing through the sky before drifting into the vast, continuous cluster of grand, timeworn palaces.
It was early morning, and many cultivators were already stepping out of the palace complex. They sat cross-legged on the ridges of the roofs, breathing in and out beneath the faint sunlight as they tempered their Dao arts. The scene was peaceful and serene, like a paradise of the Dao.
Three days had passed since Blood Rock Lord's visit. It was the day Li Yi and the others had decided to send out their troops.
"Boom—!" "Boom—!" "Boom—!"
The moment the sun fully rose above the horizon, three enormous bell tolls suddenly rang out from Ancient Witch City, shattering the peaceful atmosphere.
"Three bell tolls!"
The countless cultivators in the palace complex were momentarily stunned. Their expressions changed, and they immediately rose into the air and hurried toward the area directly below Ancient Witch City.
Directly below Ancient Witch City lay a vast stone plaza, tens of millions of meters across. Figure after figure radiating a fierce aura descended into it. In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the plaza was already packed with people, a dense, endless sea of them.
Despite their numbers, there was not the slightest disorder. Everyone took their place according to their lineage and cultivation level, forming one formation after another in perfect order.
"Roar—!"
A high-pitched dragon's roar split the sky. Azure