Xun Er had grown accustomed to Yao Wan's rather incomprehensible arrangements by now. After all, her mysterious, cryptic habits had never shown any sign of changing.
The sky over the Ancient Realm gradually darkened, and that hateful, gloomy sun slowly sank westward. Yet the strange purple band of light remained suspended high in the heavens, radiating a glow that stirred fear in people's hearts.
Most of the Gu Clan's elders had thrown themselves into planning and assembling the Gu Clan army. After all, who knew whether Hun Tiandi might try some trick?
Night fell like water, spreading across the land. Yet the usual tranquil atmosphere now carried traces of killing intent and chilliness.
At the heart of the mountain range stood clusters of palaces, rising and falling in succession. Beneath the moonlight, they resembled ancient beasts lying amidst the mountains, exuding wisps of archaic aura, breathing in Heaven and Earth Power, and carrying the light of sun and moon.
Yet atop Spirit Peak, far from those grand and ancient palaces, everything was exceptionally quiet. Without that bustle, it felt like the dwelling place of a recluse—peaceful and serene.
Yet even in such a tranquil night, sleep remained difficult to find.
What exactly would happen tomorrow... perhaps only tomorrow itself would reveal the answer.
For those long accustomed to cultivation, however, this night did not seem quite so hard to endure.
At daybreak, when that sun wrapped in malevolent light once again illuminated the Ancient Realm, everyone departed amidst the cold and headed for the agreed location.
The meeting place was a major city called Holy City. Its somewhat peculiar name came from the many legends concerning the Gu Clan's ancestors that existed there. It was also one of the Gu Clan's deeply rooted strongholds on the Dou Qi Continent.
The