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Northwest of the Great Yan Dynasty, Yin Mountain Ruins.
Black clouds poured down, shrouding the entire ruined mountain range stretching for miles like an enormous tomb.
Rip—!
The sound of space tearing rang out as more than a dozen figures ripped open black fissures.
Led by Xun Wudao of the Great Xun Dynasty, the Ancestor Gantian of the Great Gan Dynasty, Zhao Xuankong of the Great Li Dynasty, and others, more than a dozen Fourteenth Realm cultivators hovered above the Yin Mountain Ruins.
Su Yueli stood upon the void, her cool eyes gazing down at the mountain range below.
The moment they arrived, cultivators from the various dynasties released their divine senses one after another, sweeping them toward the depths underground.
"Strange..."
The Ancestor Gantian of the Great Gan Dynasty stroked the white beard beneath his chin. His brows rose slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes. "Deep underground... there is only the power of Qi and Blood and Demon Qi at the Fourteenth Realm Early Stage. Could Motian Xing have been so severely wounded that, even after fifteen years, he has only recovered to the Fourteenth Realm Early Stage?"
At those words, a cold smile curled across Xun Wudao's lips, and more than half of the gravity and vigilance in his eyes instantly faded.
"Merely the Fourteenth Realm Early Stage, and it warrants us emptying our nests?"
Xun Wudao stood with his hands behind his back, quietly calculating in his heart. Motian Xing was an ancient Old Devil who once touched the threshold of the Fifteenth Realm. The supreme demonic arts on him, the Secret Arts of heavenly secrets, and even that rumored supreme treasure, the Heavenly Bone—each is beyond measure in value.
*Now that he is only at the Fourteenth Realm Early Stage, he