The Fury of the Righteous-Demonic Alliance Nascent Souls

Jiang Ding concealed himself as he flew through the Spiritless Desert.

Yellow sand and tornadoes stretched in every direction. There was no sign of human life for thousands of miles, not a trace of green vitality, and not the slightest wisp of spiritual qi.

Such an environment was naturally a holy ground for evading cultivator searches. Even those unskilled in concealment and masking arts would be exceedingly difficult to detect here.

Aura tracking, karmic tracking, bloodline tracking—both their range and precision would be drastically weakened.

In the cultivation world, no matter what method was used, it ultimately depended on the existence of spiritual qi.

Meanwhile,

Above Beast-Spirit Immortal City, space tore open one after another, and powerful figures appeared in the sky. Heavy pressure rippled outward in all directions, while domain after domain shrouded the area, locking down the spiritual qi until it froze solid as iron.

"Greetings... True Lords!"

"Greetings, True Lords!"

Below, over a hundred thousand cultivators had yet to flee. Most were Hei Clan direct descendants at the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages. They had originally been fighting one another, corpses constantly falling to the ground as they sought to seize control of Beast-Spirit Immortal City—especially its scattered wealth and its third- and fourth-tier spirit veins. The battle had been fierce beyond measure.

Now, at the sight of more Nascent Soul-level auras appearing in the sky, their faces turned deathly pale and their bodies trembled.

There were six Nascent Soul True Lords in total, from different Northern Plains Clans. Some were even old enemies of the Hei Clan, bound by blood feuds from the Northern Plains civil war thousands of years ago—hatreds that could not be washed away in nine lifetimes.

Yet the instant they received the plea for aid, they had come at once.

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