At the edge of the forests of Yuefu Territory, Moon Mountain Peak.
On the circular platform at the summit, an old Daoist with white hair and beard sat cross-legged in the center, draped in a gray robe.
The entire platform was carved with distinct blood-red formation patterns. The very center of the formation was precisely where the old Daoist sat cross-legged.
A blood-colored longsword rested on the old Daoist's back, while a blood-red Jade Hairpin shaped like a spiritual ganoderma was tucked into his hair. The hairpin slowly glimmered with red light and faintly emitted strange hissing sounds.
Clouds curled around the mountaintop as Black Eagles flapped past from all sides, crying out as though circling the old man atop the peak.
Whoosh!
A streak of black light suddenly flew in from the white sky in the distance, plunging straight toward the forests within Yuefu Territory.
The old Daoist abruptly opened his eyes.
"Clumsy."
He uttered a true word.
One of the Black Eagles circling nearby suddenly shot out, charging head-on toward the black streak.
Midway through its flight, the Black Eagle's entire body rapidly turned red, transforming into a dazzling scarlet Red Hawk.
Screech!
Amid a clear eagle cry, the Red Hawk and the black light intertwined, tangling and battling one another.
"Old Lu Qing, it's been a long time. Your Red Hawk Sword still hasn't improved much!"
A black-crowned Daoist rode over from afar atop a gigantic black caterpillar, laughing loudly.
The Daoist was thin and wiry, dressed in a black robe with his hands behind his back. The caterpillar beneath him was over ten meters long and several meters wide, covered in bristles. Its pair of enormous red compound eyes stared fixedly at the old Daoist on the mountaintop.
"Huang Shengquan... weren't you collecting Sheep Spirit Grass