Chen Changqing halted and looked up.
The sound had come from the foot of that black mountain.
He had not wanted to meddle. In the Heavenly Void Land, fighting tooth and nail over fortuitous opportunities was the most normal thing in the world.
He only wanted to search for treasures in peace, not stir up needless trouble.
However, just as he was about to take a detour, a familiar aura made him change his mind.
That aura was upright and tranquil, carrying the bearing of a grand and majestic Great Dao.
It was a Dao Sect cultivation art.
After some thought, Chen Changqing decided to go over and take a look.
He concealed himself and silently approached the battle.
Before long, from behind a pile of jagged rocks at the mountain's foot, he saw the scene clearly.
Three cultivators were besieging a young man dressed in Dao Sect robes.
He remembered that young man.
He was Chen Yong, the Dao Sect disciple he had met in the Universe Secret Realm, who had treated him quite kindly.
Chen Yong's situation looked extremely grim.
He was covered in wounds, several patches of his Daoist robe stained red with blood. His aura was also somewhat disordered; clearly, he had already gone through a bitter battle.
The three people surrounding him all had higher cultivation than he did.
The leader was a sinister old man holding a long crimson banner, his cultivation astonishingly at Late Tribulation Transcendence.
The other two were both at Mid Tribulation Transcendence. Their attacks were vicious, every move aimed to kill.
Judging by their cultivation methods, they seemed to be cultivators of the Demon Sect's Blood Sect.
"Chen Yong, why struggle so bitterly?" As the sinister old man waved his long banner and released blood shadows that filled the sky,