"Go."
Ye Lin's body flitted through the forest like a phantom. Unless one looked carefully, one would not see him at all—could not even catch a trace of him.
"My lord, an unfamiliar figure has entered the borderlands."
Elsewhere, within a canyon where demonic qi surged to the heavens, tens of thousands of figures were gathered throughout the vast gorge.
A young man was reporting to the middle-aged man seated at the very top.
"An unfamiliar figure? Heh, ignore him. The pressing matter now is to completely stabilize the Void-Refining Grand Formation. As for those fools who want to fish in troubled waters, the more of them who come, the better."
"The more they come, the more nourishment there will be. If they can truly awaken our sect's genius's Heavenly Demon Body, then they will have rendered a service."
The middle-aged man above sneered, and the Demonic Cultivators below wore cold sneers as well.
Fish in troubled waters? Come, then. All of you, come. I am only afraid you will not.
Sometimes, the fish were not so easy to catch.
"One more day. Just one last day. What exactly are those people at the Blood Pool doing now?"
With his hands behind his back, the middle-aged man gazed at the roiling demonic clouds overhead and muttered.
Elsewhere, an incomparably majestic structure stood upon a vast plain.
At the very center of the plain, a black altar stood quietly. It covered tens of thousands of miles, its surface densely covered in blood-red runes.
The crimson runes flickered with a light like fresh blood, looking sinister from every angle.
Around the altar, figures clad in white moved back and forth without pause, every one of them wearing an anxious expression.
"How is it? Is the Heaven-Shrouding Grand Formation all right?"
"No problem."