Jiuyi Mountain.
The land was scorched as far as the eye could see, a thousand miles of barren earth.
Across the vast expanse, pits of every size pockmarked the ground, and traces of spells from both the orthodox and demonic paths lay everywhere.
The stench of blood mingled with the smell of charred earth.
Bones littered the wilderness, and Vengeful Souls wandered amid a scene of utter human devastation.
A Blood Sedan shot through the air.
Inside, Pei Ling cultivated while hurrying forward at full speed.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes. Through his Spiritual Sense, he detected a flying magical treasure shaped like a city gate hanging high in the sky ahead.
It was the Yin Corpse City of Ci Province that Senior Sister Li had mentioned, one of the four demonic sects' important strongholds in this region, as well as the agreed-upon gathering place for the younger generation this time.
Pei Ling immediately sent her a voice transmission. "Senior Sister Li, I've arrived."
At the same time.
Inside Yin Corpse City.
Prodigies from all four sects had gathered. Though they paid no attention to the city itself, the oppressive, almost tangible aura of violence kept the many Yin Corpses—who had advanced by absorbing the resentment here—as still as the dead. Even the Vengeful Souls lurking in the shadows dared not cause the slightest trouble.
On the throne to the north, a shadow in gray robes kept his face hidden beneath a hood. Only his eyes were visible, cold and grim. The Young Futu Order gave a slight nod. "The younger generation of our Sacred Dao should indeed elect a leader to command our peers from all four sects, so that we may advance and retreat together in the campaign against the false path."
As he spoke, he sent