The dreary rain and mist still filled the sky, lending the vast Evil Miasma Mountains an ever softer, gloomier cast.
A streak of crimson spiritual light crossed the sky, resolving into three figures who landed before the mountains.
"There are signs of a battle here too? With destruction on this scale, it must have been Dharma Manifestations!" The figure in the lead was remarkably young and dressed in splendid brocade robes. He frowned as he surveyed the ruined peaks.
Then he turned to question the person behind him.
"Young master, this destruction could indeed only have been caused by the seventh stage." The person behind him took out a mirror covered in three special sun-and-moon spiritual patterns.
As the patterns lit up, a beam of mirror light appeared, but the image it projected was utterly blank.
"Young master, I cannot look back at what happened. A top-grade spirit treasure or something even better must have blocked the retrospection," the cultivator continued with a frown.
"Young master, I think we should return and make some preparations first. We have already reached the Wildlands Continent. If anything goes wrong, this old man fears..."
"Uncle Yun, I know my limits. Up ahead should be where the Blue Star Sect's Star-Plucking Venerable is. Unless I am mistaken, the Mystic Deer Sect and the Blue Star Sect were fighting.
"The top-grade spirit treasure that can conceal this is the Spirit-Sealing Token. My father once wanted to borrow it, but that old fellow Dust Deer had somehow befriended the Seven Absolutes Saint Lord, who was a rogue cultivator back then, so my father eventually gave up!"
"And the Void Refinement cultivators of those two sects would not dare touch a single hair on my head." This man was none other than Lin Tianjiao. Ever since Xiao