The Snow Feather Ice Sparrow's silvery wings sliced through the low skies of Northern Yuan Province. Icy vapor scattered with each wingbeat, shredding the thin mist along its path.
Chen Changming sat cross-legged atop the sparrow's head, the hem of his black robe whipping in the wind. Suddenly, his gaze sharpened!
In the skies to the east, south, and west, more than a dozen powerful fluctuations of magical power were converging on the same location. Each carried the pressure unique to a Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator.
Why were so many Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators heading to the same place?
Watching the Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators appear around him, Chen Changming could not help wondering.
Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators were not particularly rare in Eastern Jin's cultivation world, but so many powerful cultivators flocking to one place was truly unusual.
He clearly remembered that when his clone and Li Zizai had passed through this area, there had been only a scattering of Nascent Soul Realm wandering cultivators, and barely any Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators. This gathering of Spirit Transformation cultivators could not be a coincidence.
"What happened? Could some opportunity have appeared in Ghost Mist Mountain up ahead?"
Chen Changming gazed at the distant Ghost Mist Mountain, pitch-black as ink and looming like an enormous beast, and murmured to himself.
At that moment, his eyes brightened.
Almost everyone heading to Ghost Mist Mountain was a Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator. There was not a single Nascent Soul Realm cultivator among them-which meant the opportunity in the mountain had to be related to the Spirit Transformation Realm!
Cultivation was all about fighting for opportunities.
Since Chen Changming had already reached the outskirts of Ghost Mist Mountain, he naturally would not miss this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity.
"A mere second-layer Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator actually dares