The Northwest Continent.
A spatial rift a thousand zhang wide suddenly appeared.
Dense, eerie black mist drifted out of the rift, with pitch-black chains flickering in and out of sight.
The rift closed, leaving more than a dozen figures standing in midair.
The two at the front had deep, unfathomable auras, as though they had become one with space itself.
"Venerable Qing Hai, Venerable Qin Tian, this is the Northwest Continent!"
Protector Wu surveyed the surroundings and spoke with a bow.
The Northwest Continent had always been his assigned territory. It was far too remote, with sparse heaven and earth energy and few powerful cultivators.
It was hardly an ideal place to collect powerful soul bodies, so the Hall of Souls had never established a branch hall here.
During the war in the Central Plains, the Hall of Souls had gathered practically all its fighting forces at the Dou Zong level and above. With reinforcements from the Hun Clan, they had fought the Spirit Clan and Stone Clan for years, suffering devastating losses.
Only when the battle in the Soul Realm ended and the Hun Clan detonated the Spirit-Devouring Life-Extinguishing Formation to slaughter the Central Plains did the war finally reach a conclusion.
Though the Hall of Souls had stood unrivaled in the Central Plains, once even the weakest Ancient Clans-the Spirit Clan and Stone Clan-entered the fray themselves, the hall could only be crushed. Even its Great Elder had fallen.
The Hall of Souls had collapsed.
Yet not everyone within the Hall of Souls belonged to the Hun Clan.
The chaotic fighting had turned both sides into a boiling pot of confusion. Some powerful cultivators in the Hall of Souls who were not from the Hun Clan had fled at the first sign of danger, leaving the Central Plains