Zhao Cheng brought only a few subordinate generals and a hundred elite riders. Traveling light, they made their way from Wu City to Heaven's End Pass. There were main roads and narrow paths along the way; at their tightest, they barely allowed two horses to pass side by side, making speed impossible. Even so, Zhao Cheng's party reached their destination in just ten days.
In the distance, a colossal city had already appeared before them all, while the road gradually widened.
After advancing for another half an hour or so, they saw a dark mass of people waiting on the main road ahead. They had clearly arrived early and been waiting there for some time.
At their head stood a middle-aged man with a fair face and long beard. His expression was grave, his bearing lofty and imposing. Holding his horse's reins, he stood there like a great mountain—seemingly unweathered by snow, rain, wind, or frost.
A little behind him were two more men holding their horses. They looked somewhat older than the middle-aged man, yet the Killing Intent in their every gesture was earthshaking, as though wind and thunder might erupt from level ground.
Of these three, the one in front was Yellow Heaven Daoist—or rather, the General of Heaven.
The latter two were the General of Earth and the General of Man.
Further back, on the left, stood Yellow Heaven Daoist's strategists, led by the great talent Li Tonghai. On the right were a group of young Daoists led by Huang Qi.
When Zhao Cheng emerged from the Southern Wasteland, Yellow Heaven Daoist personally led his people out to welcome him. Such courtesy was simply unprecedented.
In truth, before this, some had tried to dissuade Yellow Heaven Daoist. They said that he was the lord and Zhao Cheng