On the other side, the Chaos Sacred Sect was as calm as ever.
But beneath that calm churned a tense atmosphere, as if a storm were about to break.
All the disciples had stopped cultivating and taken up their weapons.
They stood solemnly at their respective posts.
Above the sect, the enormous Mountain Protecting Array had long since been activated at full power.
Layer upon layer of grayish Chaos airflow hung like a giant inverted bowl.
It shrouded the entire Chaos Mountain Range.
Above the Mountain Protecting Array, the pitch-black Black Dragon hovered silently.
Its dark cannon muzzles resembled the mouths of savage beasts ready to devour their prey, radiating a bone-chilling aura.
On the enormous square before the Sect Master's Hall,
Yang Lingtian stood with his hands behind his back, dressed all in white.
Behind him stood Yang Dingtian and Ancestor Ganlong,
along with dozens of powerful elders of the Divine Sect Realm.
Farther back stood over a thousand Phoenix Guard soldiers, led by Huo Ling'er, all dashing and brimming with fighting spirit.
Everyone's gaze was fixed in the same direction.
They were waiting for something in that tranquil void, where it seemed there was nothing at all.
They were waiting for the arrival of a guest they had long anticipated.
"Big brother, do you think those bastards are actually coming or not?"
Yang Dingtian impatiently scratched his monkey-like head.
"We've been waiting for almost a day, and we haven't even seen a ghost."
"What are you in such a hurry for?" Yang Lingtian glanced at him indifferently.
"The Zhan Tian Sect is a powerful organization with a vast empire. Naturally, they have to make a grand entrance whenever they go out."
"We just need to wait."
The moment he finished speaking,
the distant horizon suddenly darkened without warning.