That Is the Dao

The cult leader who had left behind such handiwork was very likely connected to that brat who had flown toward the moon.

Immortal-Riding Taoist, the Sima Family's old ancestor, Huyan Ba of the Huyan Family here, and the old ancestor of the Heavenly Feather Clan—all four turned their gazes skyward, waiting only for the right moment to strike.

The land for ten thousand miles collapsed, and a corner of the shattered underground dragon vein had been exposed, yet none of the old ancestors had any interest in probing deep below.

The tide of corpses surged wildly forward, charging into the ten-thousand-mile restriction created by the Painting Immortal Brush.

Within the black and white, the yin and yang energies howled, grinding the corpse fiends that entered into pieces.

Their rotten flesh was ground into a bloody mist, their Primordial Spirits shattered apart as well. Strangely, even after both body and spirit had been annihilated, their spirituality still refused to disperse.

A sweep of spiritual awareness revealed clumps of incomparably intense resentment.

The corpse tide poured in without end. The restriction shattered, and the black-and-white domain stretching ten thousand miles shrank ring by ring.

Seeing such an opportunity, many One-Body Immortals who had slipped in took the chance to descend into the dragon vein, picking up opportunities that the old ancestors and elders of the various factions disdained.

A cloud of black mist blended into the corpse tide. Yuwen Shangwu, Ju Hanyan, and a Dao disciple of the Void Insight realm surnamed Zhou traveled together, making their way toward the depths underground.

When he cast one final glance upward, Yuwen Shangwu saw over ten million corpse fiends locked in a bloody battle in the sky.

Several quasi-cult-leader-level figures fought to the death. Five corpse fiends sought to kill the one surnamed Liu,