The Four Continents Tournament was being held at Tianming Villa, so powerful cultivators came flocking in from every corner of the Four Continents, one wave after another. With a month still remaining before it officially began, the many factions that had already reached Sifang City quietly rested and cultivated as they awaited the tournament.
Meanwhile, far away, somewhere in the Lihun Domain-the supreme seat of authority connected to and governing Yinhun Heaven-a rather peculiar scene was unfolding.
"Has that fellow Chen Mo arrived yet?"
"He was the one who summoned us... yet he still hasn't shown himself... that damned fellow!" Two figures stood inside an exquisite, old-fashioned cottage. One was a man whose expression shifted darkly, his entire body exuding a savage, bloody aura. He slowly turned to question the other.
At that moment, the two figures gradually came into view within the old-fashioned cottage, leaving the room looking rather sparse.
The pair, a man and a woman, were both shrouded in pitch-black ghost qi, making their exact outlines impossible to distinguish. The man brimmed with eerie, sinister ghost qi, and the woman was no different. Clearly, neither was human.
"Yinhun Heaven has unusual terrain. It's only reasonable for Chen Mo to arrive a little late... after all, he's grown accustomed to drifting free like an idle cloud or a wild crane." The woman slowly rose and spoke.
Whoosh! Shortly after the woman's words fell, an exceedingly strange space rift writhed beside the wooden table, and a tiny child emerged from within it.
"Chen Mo!"
"Mind your appearance! You're the Plane Master of Yinhun Heaven!" The moody man's expression turned odd at the sight of the child, and he cried out.
"Black Corpse King, when did you become so irritable?" the child asked casually, paying no heed whatsoever to that