At Heavenly Jade Pass, three figures stood atop the enormous jade wall.
All three figures were shrouded in peculiar jade light. Their gazes swept into the distance before turning in unison toward the green-robed figure in the middle.
The green-robed figure's face had grown ever more withered and aged. Only his eyes remained bright and clear, like stars.
"Brother Withered Jade, Soul-Destroying should be there. The wood-element laws and immense soul power are both his hallmarks. The other Mahayana and Body Integration Cultivators of the human race should be unable to imitate them."
"As for deeper probing, it is likely impossible. That Ninth Order grand formation is too troublesome. Without two Ninth Order experts striking together, it will be far too difficult to breach!"
"And if Zitan and I make a move, not only will Scarlet Yuan and Black Yuan stop us, but someone will likely head for our Yushan afterward. A great number of teleportation formations appeared a few days ago. Though we killed quite a few, many still remain. No one knows who the human race learned from these past years—they are becoming increasingly willing to stop at nothing. They will likely open the Rashomon Gate as well."
The one speaking was Loose Immortal Lan Li. His tone was exceedingly calm, as though he were merely describing a matter of no great consequence.
Yet in truth, the urge to press them onward was already obvious.
Withered Jade Loose Immortal did not answer.
Within the Jade Soul Race, Withered Jade Loose Immortal was the eldest, and naturally the one who held the greatest authority in the Jade Soul Race today.
But once he died, the great authority of the Jade Soul Race would naturally fall into Loose Immortal Lan Li's hands.
Although undergoing tribulation as a Loose Immortal could