The Tian He region, inside a fortress, was filled with a murderous chill.
Thousands of cultivators stood in a loose formation, clad in mismatched armor, their faces numb.
Before them stood a tattered banner bearing two large characters in the ancient script of the Spirit Race: Atonement.
This was the "Atonement Camp" Kui Bing had mentioned.
A cannon-fodder legion hastily cobbled together from thousands of cultivators of the Tian He Lineage.
They had only one task: use their flesh and blood to slow the advance of hundreds of thousands of mutated demonic beasts!
At the very back of the formation, on a platform hastily piled from ice, a group of main-lineage cultivators pointed and whispered about the Atonement Camp below. At their head stood an old man, his hands clasped behind his back.
He wore a long, ice-blue robe as well, but unlike Kui Bing's handsome features, his face was covered in wrinkles, his eyes clouded and dull. No trace of powerful energy emanated from him; he looked like a mortal nearing the end of his life.
Yet whenever cultivators of the Tian He Lineage looked at him, their eyes held a terror that came from the depths of their souls.
Xuan Bing True Ancestor.
An ancient monster of the Water Origin Spirit Race's main lineage, with an exceptionally high seniority and unfathomable strength.
Of course, that was how outsiders saw him. In truth, Xuan Bing True Ancestor did not hold nearly as lofty a position as they imagined.
After all, his potential was exhausted, and his strength had barely reached the peak of the ninth-grade True Ancestor realm. He was not even an eighth-grade True Ancestor!
How could someone with such strength stand out in the powerful Kui Shui Lineage?
In fact, Xuan Bing True Ancestor was often little