The rain kept pattering down, and before anyone noticed, the entire sect grounds were drenched.
Heaven and earth lay shrouded in mist. Amid rain and fog like clouds, disciples patrolled and inspected every corner, not daring to let their guard down.
The war at the Purple Mansion Palace had not ended. The current peace was merely a respite between battles.
The demonic path had besieged Purple Ultimate Immortal Mountain, the Purple Mansion Palace's ancestral seat, for some time. The army of hundreds of millions of zombies and ghosts had lost nearly half its numbers, only to replenish them swiftly. Its strength had scarcely diminished and was instead growing, while the Purple Mansion Palace's Mountain Gate Grand Array had sustained considerable damage. The situation was precarious.
Everyone understood that once the enemy breached this place, the Netherworld Sect's experts would attack together, launching the final decisive battle with thunderbolt force.
Ye Zhen, one of the Three True Ones of Incense Accumulation, had also been assigned to a patrol. He followed a Core Formation elder of the Purple Mansion Palace through the mountains, his sharp eyes enhanced by magical sight as he scanned the surroundings like a hawk.
"Such magnificent mountains and rivers, reduced to this. The demonic path truly brings untold misery!"
Before they knew it, the group had reached the edge of the Mountain Gate Grand Array.
Looking at the devastating scars of battle outside-collapsed peaks and severed rivers-Ye Zhen could not help imagining the Incense Accumulation Sect's Mountain Gate, the Que Luo Immortal Abode, under attack. He sighed from the heart.
Elder Xue, the Purple Mansion Palace's Core Formation cultivator, instead offered reassurance. "As long as we drive back the demonic path, restoring life to these lands will be easy enough."
For the Purple Mansion Palace, the present losses