The Overbearing Mo Wuhen!

The pillar of teleportation light dissipated behind him. Li Qingshan felt solid ground beneath his feet and found himself standing in an unfamiliar mountain forest.

He immediately circulated the Laws of Chaos, spreading his divine sense outward like a tide.

This was an ancient mountain forest.

Towering ancient trees blotted out the sky, their massive trunks requiring dozens of people to encircle them. Their canopies stretched on and on like a green ocean.

The forest was saturated with dense immortal spiritual energy, several times richer than the outside world. With a single breath, every pore in his body seemed to relax and open.

Scattered across the ground were occasional immortal herbs. Though their grades were not high, they were extremely old—clearly the result of this place having gone unvisited for tens of thousands of years.

But Li Qingshan had no mind to gather those immortal herbs.

Because within the range of his divine sense, he had discovered more than a dozen auras.

Like him, they were all prodigies who had just been teleported in.

More than a dozen people were scattered throughout the forest, keeping wary distances from one another.

Having only just completed the teleportation, everyone was still on guard. No one made the first move.

Yet the oppressive silence hanging in the air was like the stillness before a storm.

Li Qingshan concealed his aura and hid in the shadow of a giant tree, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

Closest to him was a young man in a fitted azure outfit, at the mid-stage of the Profound Immortal Realm. He gripped a long saber and nervously surveyed the area.

Farther away, two or three prodigies had gathered together. They seemed to be cultivators from the same Immortal Kingdom and were speaking in low voices.

Even farther off,