Southern Border.
Beyond Grand Yellow Heaven.
Mountain ranges stretched one after another, and countless cultivators had been deployed here.
Tens of thousands of blood-sacrifice auras soared into the sky, crimson light thick and dense, staining the heavens blood-red.
Its density even seemed several degrees greater than that of the Esoteric Treasury. A layer of gray-white mist spread in from the Great Void, revealing the vague silhouette of a Refined Corpse within. It was the envoy from the Corpse Yin Sect.
It extended long, malformed fingers, seemingly wishing to reach into the present world and shake the Grotto-Heaven.
Yet it ultimately did not dare. It feared that some True Lord might personally appear and kick it to death. Though trading its life for the Kitchen Lord's intervention would already be a tremendous profit, even ants clung to life—let alone an envoy that was practically immortal.
Even with a True Lord presiding within the Grotto-Heaven, as long as it remained connected to the Great Void, there would eventually come a day when it could be shaken. It was merely a matter of whether enough effort had been invested.
We have several lords on our side, after all. The Corpse Yin Sect's envoy's thoughts churned as it looked toward the Esoteric Treasury.
The one at Fallen Phoenix Mountain was the true grand move. To shake a Buddha-Land linked to the source of the Esoteric Treasury and guarded by an Embodied Buddha, who knew how much flesh and blood would have to be poured in?
Just as it was lost in thought, a surge of plague miasma swept over. It revealed a Yuan Cancer Envoy in a black dress, with an exquisite figure like that of a peerless beauty, though her face was extraordinarily ugly.
Her gaze was distant and ethereal as she looked