Yu Bi had Wu Feng stand guard beside the rift at the entrance to the secret realm, while he himself flew to the summit of a mountain beside the valley.
Additionally, five Spirit Transformation cultivators stood guard around the outskirts of the valley.
Yet after keeping watch for more than a full month, they had not seen a single soul.
No one emerged from the secret realm, nor did any foolhardy person attempt to intrude into the valley.
Until one evening, the once tranquil rift in the valley suddenly underwent a change.
Black light burst from the rift, which continuously spewed out pitch-black corpse qi.
Standing beside the rift, Wu Feng was immediately startled by the disturbance.
Perhaps fearing danger, he instantly soared into the air and put some distance between himself and the rift.
Suddenly, he sensed a figure flash beside him. Turning his head, he found that Yu Bi had already arrived at his side.
"Senior Yu Bi, this entrance has suddenly changed. Could something major have happened within the secret realm?"
Yu Bi's gaze was like two bolts of cold lightning as it pierced toward the entrance rift.
"Not necessarily. Perhaps someone is merely coming out." Yu Bi's tone was not particularly certain.
The moment Yu Bi's words fell, four figures rushed out of the entrance rift.
The four wore panic-stricken expressions and looked thoroughly bedraggled. The instant they burst out of the rift, they impatiently shot upward.
The leader of the four was none other than Yin Zhuang, followed by three Integrated Body Realm Cultivators.
At this moment, Yin Zhuang no longer possessed even a trace of the calm bearing of a high-level cultivator.
His hair was disheveled, and a patch of dark red stained the black robe over his chest. Clearly, he had suffered internal