In the shadow of a rocky, craggy valley, vines climbed through the crevices. Beneath their dense foliage, the faint glow of Cloud Seal Script lay hidden.
The vines grew lushly, their leaves giving off a scent that was neither quite foul nor quite fragrant. It drove away mosquitoes and concealed their presence.
Suddenly, an inconspicuous Black Light flashed, and four figures appeared at once.
One wore a tall crown and flowing robes, his wide sleeves billowing as pure qi swirled around him, making him seem ready to take flight. Another was an old man in a dark gray Daoist robe, with the bearing of an immortal. A middle-aged swordsman carried a long sword on his back; his swordlike brows swept up toward his temples, and his bright, starry eyes held flickering swordlight, his sharp edge concealed. The sole woman was breathtakingly beautiful, with a face like the moon and flowers.
They were none other than Chui Yu, Xiang Zai, Gu Miao, and Kongmeng.
At that moment, the four came to their senses. They still had no idea what had happened. All they remembered was that an immensely powerful Eighty-one Tribulation Mahayana—one who could slay two Mahayana cultivators in an instant and grievously wound Long Bo, the War King—had suddenly been swallowed by something unimaginably huge... They could not even tell whether it was of the Demon Race, another race, or something else entirely!
That senior who called himself Chang You, an Eighty-one Tribulation cultivator... surely wasn't one of the Nine Sects' Founding Patriarchs!
The four quickly regained their composure. Kongmeng said in astonishment, "Someone just... saved us!"
Xiang Zai gave a slight nod. Seeing that only the four of them were there, he sighed. "Who would have thought that when the Primordial War began, there were Eighty-one Tribulation Mahayana cultivators