Li Xinnian waited atop the floating stone for three days. He remained courteous, neither hurried nor impatient.
After all, wars between nations were not so easily fought. At the Thick Earth border, the fighting was still limited to low-level cultivators. What high-level cultivator would dare casually step into another race's territory? Unless one side truly possessed some decisive and unexpected power, capable of seizing victory while the other was caught off guard.
What older-generation cultivators feared most were rash young fools who had just broken through, or factions skilled at concealing their strength. The former knew neither heaven's height nor earth's depth, believing themselves invincible beneath the skies; the latter were sinister and cunning, with countless trump cards up their sleeves. Both could affect the overall situation and were greatly feared.
The Earth Ancestral Shaman was particularly wary of Li Xinnian. This Peerless Hall Master, renowned throughout the imperial dynasty, had no earth-shattering feats in his past records. Yet if one examined the finer details, they were enough to make one's hair stand on end.
Yet what he truly feared was neither Li Xinnian's ignorance of heaven's height and earth's depth, nor his sinister cunning.
"He has come to kill Su Chen, the Immortal Court's divine son."
Deep underground, the Earth Ancestral Shaman stood naked. Unlike ordinary Thick Earth Witch Tribe members, who were generally two meters tall and powerfully built, his mortal form stood only one meter eighty. His body was like the most perfect bronze work of art in the mortal world. His chiseled face and ever-focused gaze, set off by those emerald-green eyes, seemed to carry an imposing, weighty majesty at all times.
He laid his hand upon the Thick Earth Totem. Countless phantom figures of Witch Tribe members seemed to dwell within it. Whatever he wished