Concealing the Heavenly Dao

At the junction of the Eastern and Western Territories, the land was left in ruins after a fierce battle.

The mountains and rivers had long since changed beyond recognition. Some peaks had been cut in half, some summits smashed apart, some mountains split down the middle, and others wiped from existence.

Deep pits pockmarked the desolate land, each one a dreadful sight. In a few of them, cultivators' corpses could still be seen—some from Yanluo Hall, others from the Heavenly Dao Sect, all mangled beyond recognition.

Deathly energy hung thick in the air, concentrated to its utmost!

At the site where the grinding mill had once gathered power, troops now stood in formation, layer upon layer. Cultivators filled the skies and the ground.

They ranged from the Initial Realm to the Wayfarer Realm.

A new grinding mill, several times larger than the previous one, now occupied the site.

Hun Bugui stood with his hands behind his back, gazing silently at the mill.

He was waiting for the Dragon Blood Stone.

And for the Heavenly Dao Sect.

An event of this scale could not escape the Heavenly Dao Sect's notice, and he had never intended to hide it.

In fact, he looked forward to crossing swords with that young powerhouse.

"He's a worthy opponent."

Hun Bugui laughed with evident pleasure. It had been a long time since he'd looked forward to fighting someone so much.

By the time Su Xiaoxiao returned, the Southern Border had already made its preparations. A murderous air pressed in from all sides. Had something happened again?

Before he could ask, Muzi Li spoke first.

"Yanluo Hall is preparing to activate the formation's eye again."

Indeed, the Heavenly Dao Sect could hardly miss it. An event of this scale was impossible to conceal.

Su Xiaoxiao landed, stunned