Atop a mountain peak, a white-robed man of the Cloud Clan stood with flickering eyes.
He looked toward the sky and shouted, "...Garbage Recycling Plant of the Profound Subtle Heaven Domain, you entered our clan's sacred grounds uninvited. What is the meaning of this?!"
The moment those words fell, the atmosphere between heaven and earth congealed into something grim and murderous.
The Cloud Clan disciples and experts scattered throughout the mountain ranges all changed expression slightly. Over the past several thousand years, the most terrifyingly risen major power had cultivators spread across dozens of Heavenly Domains.
It had its fingers in every major industry of the immortal path, especially artifact refinement. Quite a few artifact-refining masters from various clans had actually joined it, and the magic artifacts it sold were thirty percent below market price while their quality was not lacking in the slightest.
Many had speculated about its terrifying dismantling capabilities, but certain leaders of major powers who had coveted them had vanished without a trace—and some had even been dragged off to the Immortal Prison.
Its financial resources were even more monstrously vast. Every day at noon, the Garbage Recycling Plant had purchased an entire quarter-hour of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sound Formation Disk!
Rumor had it that the plant had even entered the Extraterritorial Battlefield, supplying war artifacts to major sects... It had now officially established itself in the Desolate Heaven Domain.
A man's fame was like a tree's shadow. Its very name and the rumors surrounding it were enough to weigh down the Cloud Clan lineage. They simply were not existences on the same level of the immortal path.
Figures emerged outside numerous cave residences in the Ancient Forest atop the peaks. Many geniuses felt their hearts quake in secret. The Cloud Clan and the Garbage