Divine Blood Sect.
Spiritual fields.
The entire spiritual field spanned more than five thousand li, with protective and concealment formations set around it, making it impossible to see the scene within.
Song Wen and Ying Wu landed at the entrance to the spiritual fields, a mountain hollow situated between two peaks.
"Two Seniors, this is an important spiritual field. Those who are not spiritual field disciples, please do not trespass." A young male cultivator at the early Void Refinement stage blocked their path.
Ying Wu casually tossed out her identity token.
The young male cultivator caught the token and examined it closely. A trace of undisguised shock flashed through his eyes.
"G-Grand Supreme Elder."
His legs went weak, and he nearly dropped to his knees.
Who knew whether he had recalled the orders Xugeng had once issued concerning Ying Wu?
Or whether he had heard that Yan Ming had died at Ying Wu's hands?
His reaction was unexpectedly intense.
His expression instantly became incomparably respectful, though it was also tinged with panic.
"Grand Supreme Elder, what brings you here?"
Ying Wu said, "I have never seen spiritual fields of this scale in my life, so I thought I would broaden my horizons. Little friend, trouble yourself to take Elder Extreme Yin and me inside for a look around."
"Th-this..." The young male cultivator looked hesitant. "There are merely some spirit herbs in the fields. There is really... nothing worth seeing."
"Heh!" Ying Wu chuckled softly. "What if this Elder insists on taking a look?"
Sensing the distinctly chilling aura around Ying Wu, the young male cultivator no longer dared make any excuses. He immediately bent at the waist and raised a hand toward the entrance to the spiritual fields.
"Grand Supreme Elder, Elder Extreme Yin, this way, please."
Ying Wu