Chongming Sect.
The Sea of Clouds billowed, its weather ever-changing. The Outer Sect's peaks appeared and disappeared amid the mist. People could be seen everywhere among the mountains, and every now and then, Escape Lights streaked across the sky, darting back and forth like lightning.
But far more numerous were the gloomy Yin Corpse Clouds.
In the disordered, blue-black clouds, countless severed limbs were mixed together, bearing low-ranking cultivators as they drifted through the Sea of Clouds. From the heavens above, the cultivators atop the Yin Corpse Clouds looked like ants—tiny, yet brimming with life.
Now and then, the clear cry of a spirit bird rang through the ravines.
Bone feathers and shadowy scales flashed briefly through the clouds, churning the mist until it boiled, then vanished in an instant.
A vast golden light swept out in a mighty tide from deep within the sect, staining more than half the sky. Within the concealment formations of the Inner Sect's Thirteen Meridians, the various sites took on countless forms, their center seemingly the Myriad Treasures Tower Platform. Their auras were sinister and strange, and the disciples scurried about like ants, all busy at work.
Farther in, high above the clouds, a magnificent palace loomed proudly, wreathed in mist.
Beyond the palace, after passing through several more layers of formations, the view abruptly opened onto a boundless forest.
Yet with a single step, the Li clan's party and Pei Ling appeared inside a luxurious manor.
Carved beams and painted rafters surrounded them, along with rare flowers and exotic plants. In the southeastern corner, a blood pool frothed with surging springs, while skeletal fish and shrimp leaped within. In the flower beds, slender vines climbed the pillars, glowing faintly and giving off a subtle fragrance. The scent made one's head grow hazy, yet