Clear Sky Sect

Before long, Yue Guan hurried back, carrying an exquisite white jade flowerpot.

In the center of the pot grew a stalk of Blue Silver Grass veined with gold.

Perhaps sensing the malice emanating from Ye Yuan, the Blue Silver Grass's slender leaves trembled violently in the wind, as though letting out silent cries of grief and fear.

"What a pitiful Immortal Herb."

Ye Yuan extended a long finger and lightly flicked one of the golden leaves, a teasing smile curling across his lips.

"Come, Ah Yin. I'll take you to meet the husband you've been longing for day and night."

With that, Ye Yuan turned and tightened the iron chain around Xiao Wu, bringing the potted plant with him as he boarded the luxurious carriage once more, pulled by Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts.

"Bring Rongrong and Yuehua. Our destination is the Clear Sky Sect!"

Beyond the Heaven Dou Empire lay a range of endless mountains.

Deep within the most treacherous section of those mountains was the secluded refuge of the Clear Sky Sect, once the number one sect on the continent.

But now, this place that even Spirit Hall had once dared not enter lightly had become a scorched wasteland and a living hell.

Bone-piercing winds howled through the abyss like the cries of ghosts and wailing wolves.

The final natural barrier was an iron suspension bridge stretching several hundred meters.

At this moment, the cliff on this side of the bridge was packed with Soul Masters as far as the eye could see.

They wore the uniforms of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Like wolves driven mad by hunger, they stared fixedly at the opposite shore.

At the very front of the army, in the middle of the iron bridge, two