Divine Land, Everywhere

Zhenjie Mountain was a peak in the eastern lands of the Divine Land. In ancient times, it had stood at the boundary between two sects, hence the name "Zhenjie Mountain." The mountain was neither tall nor large, but it had some renown.

Yet in recent days, this mountain had been ruined. It seemed to have been split open by someone, then had half of it chopped away, leaving only a screen-like cliff and half a mountain. The severed face was smooth as a mirror, even smoother than any blade-cut or axe-hewn surface.

This was the result of a casual strike from a Primordial Spirit Grandmaster whose mana had run out of control.

"At the time, I had wanted to protect this mountain, so it would not harm the small sect beyond it..." A Sky Spirit Ridge grandmaster looked at the screen-like cliff and sighed. "Unfortunately, I couldn't hold it down."

Originally, that unconscious and chaotic strike could have blown away the entire mountain.

Bi Luoqian, a Void Refining cultivator of Sky Spirit Ridge, sighed softly. "This was not your fault to begin with."

Behind her, several other Sky Spirit Ridge grandmasters were carrying an unconscious Myriad Dharma Sect cultivator away on a stretcher. Someone even held a hand over the Myriad Dharma Sect cultivator's chest, continuously pouring in Flame of Life to keep him alive.

The Primordial Spirit cultivator who had failed to protect the mountain asked curiously, "Senior Sister, what kind of paper is this? How could it have such power?"

Even the founding of the Path of the Misty back then had been no more than this!

Bi Luoqian shook her head irritably. "I don't know... I don't understand why they... why those Myriad Dharma Sect fools care so much about a trick of words."

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