The gloomy sky seemed veiled in black gauze. At some unknown point, threads of rain had appeared in the air, adding a few more shades of sorrow.
A spirit boat cut across the sky, scattering countless wisps of misty rain.
Several figures stood at the bow of the spirit boat.
They wore the Blue Star Sect's distinctive Blue Star Robes, and judging by their markings, almost all were Seven-Star Robes denoting elder status.
"Has Seventh Stage red crystal appeared at the South Ming Red Crystal Mine this time? Why else would they need so many of us?" One cultivator glanced at the sky and could not help grumbling.
The other two said nothing, but the same thought showed in their eyes.
As far as they knew, six Spirit Transformation cultivators had come this time: one at the late stage, two at the middle stage, and three at the early stage.
The earlier war against the Jade Soul Race and that inexplicable incident had cost them three Spirit Transformation cultivators.
The Spirit Transformation cultivators gathered here now accounted for more than half of the Blue Star Sect's total.
That would make even defending Blue Star Mountain a problem.
After all, over the past hundred-odd years, the Blue Star Sect had produced only two new early-stage Spirit Transformation cultivators, and not a single ascended cultivator.
"Watch your tongue. There are plenty of Nascent Soul disciples here!" Just then, a cultivator wearing an Eight-Star Robe walked out.
"With so many Nascent Soul disciples here, remember to be cautious in both word and deed!"
"Forgive us, Senior Brother Gu..." The three immediately cupped their hands repeatedly.
"The Evil Miasma Mountains are just ahead. They stretch long and narrow, with peaks sprawled across our path. We must pass through them on this journey, so take