Nascent Soul Late Stage (Added Chapter for Monthly Votes)

The next day.

Witch Mountain Prefecture.

On a stretch of plain between the two camps.

Teams of Breath-Refining cultivators stood in formation, forming great battle arrays.

Countless light talismans rose into the air, transforming into screens of multicolored radiance.

Though most of them were low-level cultivators, even if they faced the indiscriminate bombardment of a Dao Foundation Perfection cultivator, they could still hold out for a time.

Thus, while such large-scale army battles appeared grand, the casualties among the Breath-Refining cultivators were actually few—unless one side's battle formation was broken and they collapsed into a rout.

But both sides had their reservations. With Purple Mansion cultivators and Taras overseeing the field, the chances of such a scene occurring were exceedingly small.

On Witch Mountain Prefecture's side, above the clouds, two Purple Mansion True Persons in Demon Cloud Cliff attire concealed themselves with divine arts as they watched the scene below.

"Looks like today will be the same—another fruitless return."

One of the early Purple Mansion True Persons smiled.

"That's for the best. Nothing major can happen here, unlike with Senior Brother Tan Feng and Great True Person Yaochen..."

The other Purple Mansion True Person had a face like crowned jade, but a black mole on his left cheek forcibly marred his bearing, like a flaw in flawless white jade.

At the mention of those two, the Purple Mansion True Persons fell silent.

Both were only at the early Purple Mansion stage. In truth, they had Tan Feng and Yaochen's successive deaths to thank for their own advancement. Demon Cloud Cliff had been forced to invest heavily in nurturing its direct-line Purple Mansion cultivators.

Otherwise, even after decades of secluded cultivation, they might not necessarily have broken through through bitter practice and refined divine arts.

"The cliff seems somewhat dissatisfied with