The Northern Territory of the True Ancestor Realm.
The endless Corpse Bone Great Wall stretched across the ages.
"Creak—"
The heavy bone gates were pushed open. As if sealed away for countless years, they let out a harsh grinding sound.
A squad of about ten people rushed out of the city gates.
At their head was none other than Ji Duan, one of the guardians of the Corpse Bone Great Wall!
Alongside him was Wu Fengbei of the Wu Clan.
Each man led four others. Together, they headed for the Abyss.
On top of the Great Wall, a white-robed old man watched Ji Duan and Wu Fengbei leave with their men. A glimmer of anticipation seemed to shine in his aged eyes.
"General, can the Wu Clan and the Ji Clan... really be trusted?"
Behind him, a white-armored, middle-aged swordsman asked with suspicion:
"The Old Ancestors of the Wu Clan and the Ji Clan are both in the Sacrifice World Temple. They're both among those who broke the Old Covenant... If their people go to the Abyss, could they..."
The old man replied slowly:
"I know what you're trying to say."
"Three Supreme Bones were used to fill the Abyss. If the Gray Mist Sea pays a sufficient price, it can indeed send some living beings across."
"Letting them send some over... is fine."
Fine?
The middle-aged swordsman raised an eyebrow and studied the old man, suspicion in his eyes. He couldn't help tightening his grip on his sword.
He was loyal to the Corpse Bone Great Wall. He had even cast aside his own Lineage; his fate in this life was to be born for battle.
Even if the old man before him was his general, if he had divided loyalties toward the Great Wall...
The swordsman would draw