Heavenly Lord's Glorious Return to Cold Wind City [Please Vote for Monthly Tickets]

Cold Wind City.

The Market stretched for a hundred miles, its pavilions packed as tightly as fish scales. Cultivators streamed through without end, while the clamor of alchemy, artifact refining, and trading spiritual materials rose and fell across a scene of bustling prosperity.

But suddenly, the world changed.

A terrifying pressure came from the edge of the sky.

It was not the forceful pressure of someone bearing down on them, but something that seemed to come from heaven and earth itself.

"What terrifying pressure from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth! Could it be a Nascent Soul Late Stage grand cultivator?"

A veteran Core Formation Cultivator who had guarded the Market for years saw his pupils contract. He instinctively gripped the Storage Bag at his waist. In over five hundred years of life, he had never seen such a vast aura.

"What's happening?"

"This pressure... How is that possible? Even Cold Wind City's Fifth-Rank grand formation can't block it?"

"No! The formation has blocked quite a bit of it. Besides, there's been no reaction from within the city."

At the stalls along the street, many passing Rogue Cultivators turned pale. The pressure spreading across the sky tugged at their minds, and the magic power within them began circulating on its own.

Some Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment Cultivators with shallow cultivation felt their legs weaken. They bent and lowered their heads against their will, unable even to muster the courage to look directly into the distance under the innate suppression of a higher realm.

In distant high-level pavilions and Spirit Peaks, Nascent Soul old monsters burst out of rooms and caves. Some stood atop roofs, some remained hidden by windows, and others appeared outside their caves in streaks of light.

Their gazes locked on the source of the aura.