Black Marsh Plain.
More than ten thousand cultivators were thrown together, the flashes of their spells never ceasing.
Even exalted Dao Foundation cultivators could fall at any moment, becoming strange phenomena that filled heaven and earth.
High in the sky.
The fierce astral winds softened into gentle breezes and fine rain in one place, then dispersed entirely.
True Person Lie Yu and White Bone Dharma King Sangji watched the scenes below together, their eyes utterly calm.
Before long, flesh and bone had been ground into mud across the plain. Blood ran in torrents and pooled into ponds.
A colossal White Bone Dharma manifestation was swallowed and buried by boundless black soil... from which pure white spirit mushrooms sprouted.
At the sight, Fang Qing cursed inwardly.
Two Mingzi raised up at the last minute... and one is already dead...
There was nothing he could do. Battle was perilous, and a Purple Mansion True Person was watching from above. It was no place for underhanded tricks.
Fortunately, once more than half the cultivators from Xituo Commandery and the Corpse Yin Sect had fallen, the void rippled faintly. An inexplicable doorway opened. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Streaks of light descended, selected several Maiden Earth Dao Foundation cultivators, and drew them into the Earth-Submerging Blessed Land.
"Hm?"
Fang Qing checked and found that Xu Hei had not been chosen.
Perhaps the old man's potential is spent and his fortune insufficient?
But Meng Qing, the sole surviving Mingzi, had arrived in an entirely new world.
"Haha... the Blessed Land is open. Fellow Daoist... after you!"
True Person Lie Yu laughed and looked toward Dharma King Sangji.
"No hurry, no hurry... surely these Dao Foundation cultivators can't escape our grasp?"
Sangji had already received Fang Qing's signal, but he answered with an air of unruffled ease.
"So