All the Way North

Under the shroud of that vast, majestic aura, an elderly Daoist in a gray robe descended outside Rock True Person's medical tent in an instant. His features were ancient and unadorned, and though he was not particularly tall, he seemed fused as one with heaven and earth.

He was none other than the master of Vast Mountain, Daoist Yanghe—one of the strongest martial artists in this land, having stepped into the Sacred Embryo realm of Intent.

After the old Daoist arrived, an invisible force surged forth from his body and flowed into Rock True Person.

A moment later, Rock True Person slowly awoke from his coma, his unfocused eyes filled with confusion and exhaustion.

When he struggled to turn his eyes and saw Daoist Yanghe, his lips immediately began to tremble violently. As if exhausting all his strength, he rasped out in broken intervals:

"Mas—Master, the de—demon... Zhang Sanxian!

"His—his eyes can release demonic light... kill from afar... incinerate living beings...

"This must be—the Demon Cult's—Blood, Flesh, and Evil—Evil—alteration of his eyes...

"Yun—Young Hero Yun and the others—questioned and besieged Zhang Sanxian. Before he fled—he detonated some kind of explosive—"

At the end, Rock True Person suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted again, his breath weakening as well.

Daoist Yanghe's ancient-well-still face showed no expression.

Yet within his abyss-deep eyes, earthfire seemed to surge and mountains seemed to collapse.

The currents of air around them instantly froze and became incomparably heavy, pressing the people inside the medical tent until they could scarcely breathe.

After silently looking at his gravely injured, unconscious beloved disciple, Daoist Yanghe spread out his spiritual perception and "looked" from afar toward the ruins outside the tent, where nearly a thousand elites of the Central Plains martial world