The Loose Cultivator Alliance.
Over the years, True Lord Qingxu had rarely ventured out and kept an exceedingly low profile. After all, if his plans for Void Refinement were exposed, the major powers would probably devour him alive.
That day, as True Lord Qingxu sat in his secluded chamber, his mind suddenly refused to settle. He slowly opened his eyes.
"Where is this ominous feeling coming from?"
Having reached Spirit Transformation Late Stage, he naturally would not dismiss such a feeling as an illusion.
True Lord Qingxu's expression grew exceptionally grave. He had not experienced this sensation for many years, and a cultivator's intuition was rarely wrong.
"Investigate. Find out whether anything major has happened recently. Don't just check the front lines-investigate the demon race and the others too!"
Yet barely had True Lord Qingxu transmitted his orders to the alliance's cultivators when a familiar Sound Transmission Jade Talisman began flashing.
Under his tightly furrowed brows, the talisman slowly floated up, and a familiar voice rang out.
"Fellow Daoist Qingxu, run! A great Late-Stage Spirit Transformation Cultivator from the Vajra Temple is coming to kill you!"
The first sentence stunned True Lord Qingxu. Before he could make sense of it, the second turned his face crimson.
"My hunting of five-elements cultivators has been exposed. The Vajra Temple is already heading toward your Loose Cultivator Alliance!"
In an instant, True Lord Qingxu's crimson face turned ashen, while his eyes shifted from anger to shocked fury so quickly that it was dizzying.
"Damn you! Thieving Bird!"
An unprecedented roar echoed through the cave abode. At that moment, not a trace remained of True Lord Qingxu's usual scholarly elegance. Brutality poured from him, making him look every inch a maddened demonic cultivator.
He needed no further explanation to understand.
The secret art of