A month later!
Deep within the Falling Star Starfield.
A meteor belt hung silently in the Chaos Void like a shattered river of stars.
Three figures sped through the shadows of the meteor belt without leaking the slightest trace of unnecessary aura.
Leading them was Su Ming, clad in black robes, his broad sleeve shrouding his left arm completely in shadow.
His face remained pale, but he showed no sign of being bedraggled.
His dark-gray right eye was calm and untroubled. Drawing on the Space Dao Jade, he spread his divine sense outward, taking in every movement within a hundred miles.
Beside him, the Ruthless Great Emperor had changed into a gray cloth Daoist robe.
Yet the icy sword intent around him, which severed all seven emotions, still made the surrounding void tremble faintly even when restrained to its utmost.
On the other side, Luo Yiyi wore white robes, a thin veil of plain white gauze concealing her strikingly beautiful face.
Primordial power flowed slowly through her meridians, ready at any moment to become a barrier of vitality or a keen ray of sword light.
"The Rogue Cultivator Alliance's base is just ahead."
Luo Yiyi spoke softly, her gaze settling on the immortal mountain floating in a gap within the meteor belt.
The immortal mountain was not particularly large. Its surface was weathered, bearing the marks of time's erosion everywhere.
Layers upon layers of Maze Formations and Illusion Formations enveloped the mountain.
Without knowing its location in advance, even someone flying right past it would have mistaken it for an ordinary meteor.
A dark banner stood at the mountain gate.
Its fabric was tattered, its edges still bearing blackened scorch marks.
The words "Anti-Weird Alliance" stood out prominently upon it.
The banner snapped in the turbulent winds of the void,