In the wilderness, the Four-Colored Cloud hung a thousand zhang above the ground. Directly beneath it, Lu Ye looked up.
Centered around Lu Ye, hundreds of cultivators stood scattered across a radius of ten li, waiting in grim readiness, every one of them rubbing their hands in anticipation.
Some cultivators had eyes only for the Colored Cloud. Others silently observed their surroundings, seemingly searching for powerful rivals. Still others gathered in twos and threes, whispering among themselves. From the looks of it, they were likely trying to form temporary alliances.
Before countless watching eyes, several streaks of light suddenly shot out from the Colored Cloud overhead. Something seemed to be concealed within them.
Lu Ye immediately focused his vision to the utmost. Yet even though he looked at the streaks of light at once, he still could not make out what lay within them.
The streaks that emerged from the Colored Cloud reached a height of one hundred zhang above the ground in almost an instant.
Lu Ye was secretly alarmed. The intelligence had been right: getting too close to the Colored Cloud at a time like this was truly dangerous. At that speed, no Cloud River Realm cultivator could evade them. If one struck the body, it could very well punch straight through.
Only upon reaching a height of one hundred zhang did the several streaks of light abruptly slow. At the same time, the objects within them revealed their true forms. Each streak wrapped around a Spirit Sign one finger long and one inch wide, broad at the top and narrow at the bottom. Judging by their texture, they seemed to have been carved from jade.
Four of the Spirit Signs were white, while one was green.
Cultivators near those Spirit Signs immediately leaped into the air and