Sacred All-Encompassing Heaven.
The Rakshasa Clan's habitat lay south of Eastern Yi, nestled between two towering peaks. At a glance, there seemed to be no path forward, with powerful cultivators guarding every side. Yet if one proceeded between the twin peaks and touched the spatial restriction, a hidden world would reveal itself.
Dim gray light filled the interior. Three hundred-zhang Rakshasa statues held scepters aloft, nearly touching the vault of Sacred All-Encompassing Heaven. At the tips of those scepters were immortal spirit veins, rare in this world. They aided the circulation of spiritual energy through Sacred All-Encompassing Heaven and could also awaken the immortal formation. They were treasures distilled through the generations-long craftsmanship of countless Rakshasa artisans.
The Rakshasa people had bizarre appearances: some were blue-faced and fanged, some had three heads and six arms, while others had one head with two faces. Their bodies were only as lean and powerful as cheetahs', but their ancestors had been born in the underworld—a place of endless battle. Thus, over the years, they developed the ability to evolve through combat. The stranger their appearance, the stronger their talent tended to be, granting them extraordinary abilities.
At this moment, everything within Sacred All-Encompassing Heaven appeared as normal.
The blue-faced Rakshasa overseeing Sacred All-Encompassing Heaven's formation had eyes darting incessantly, while the hand pressed against a stone pillar protruding from the ground did not dare move even a fraction. Patrol cultivators flew through the air, one hand clutching their Storage Rings, feeling as though every rustle of wind and cry of crane signaled danger. In the shadows, Rakshasa cultivators sat cross-legged in orderly rows, each wearing a different expression. There were no fewer than ten thousand of them, yet none spoke; only the sounds of throats bobbing remained.
At the heart of Sacred All-Encompassing