From the moment these immortal artifacts were activated, they would begin to gradually decay.
At most, they could only last around three hours.
Yet an organization composed of thirty-four Divine Ability Realm cultivators wielding immortal artifacts, who could use the Hidden Immortal Art and Void Annihilation Method to conceal their own aura and Karma, would undoubtedly give any faction in the Heaven-Stabilizing Continent a headache.
What was more, these thirty-four Divine Ability Realm cultivators were, in truth, all the same person.
Now, these thirty-four External Incarnations had completely separated from Chen Yan.
Yet their Spiritual Senses were still shared, forming an astonishing intelligence network.
With Chen Yan's current Spiritual Sense strength, each External Incarnation could extend its Spiritual Sense over a radius of several thousand miles.
With the thirty-four External Incarnations overlapping one another, they could cover a range of more than a hundred thousand miles.
This would undoubtedly grant Chen Yan an even greater advantage.
As for what this cultivation faction, whose every member was his own true body, should be called—
Thousand Faces Sect.
That was what Chen Yan thought.
Southern Bright Region, Withered Wood Mountain.
A moonless night.
The young girl leaned against a dead old locust tree, her left hand covering her right arm. Blood seeped through her fingers, ran down the back of her hand, and dripped onto the withered yellow leaves, spreading into a small patch of dark red.
Her face was pale, her lips dry. The loose strands before her forehead were soaked through with sweat and clung to her skin.
The light-blue Daoist robe she wore revealed her identity: she was a disciple of Glazed Mountain.
A light-blue ribbon was also tied around her ponytail.
Ding Songyao.
The youngest among Glazed Mountain's current generation of young disciples.
The burly young man