Eastern Secret, Far Spirit Wilds.
The two stood above the clouds, looking east toward the Wilderness of Witches. Barbarians with tattooed faces fought for their respective masters, wielding blades and leading all manner of strange beasts into battle. The entire wilderness churned like boiling porridge, without a single peaceful corner.
Gray, black, and even multicolored miasma surged ceaselessly from the mountains. Human heads were stacked neatly on the low hills, some belonging to barbarians, others to immortal cultivators. All had been preserved and arranged as a kind of spectacle, stretching on without end.
Xu Xuan silently watched it all. The Wilderness of Witches had become a land of chaos. After Heavenly Poison Mountain departed, the remaining Foundation Establishment cultivators had unleashed a war that continued to this day.
"Has the Zhu Clan already sent people in?"
His gaze deepened as he looked far into the wilderness, but layers of mountains and miasma made it difficult to discern anything.
The lean man behind him shifted his narrow brows, his yellow eyes flashing as he followed that gaze into the distance. It was Xu Fayan, now at the fourth Qi Refining layer.
"The Sect has sent people to investigate and also asked the Liu Household. The Zhu Clan's head acted personally, traveling in from the east of the Plainlands and killing a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. None of the witchfolk along his route dared obstruct him. He has already occupied a spiritual site."
Xu Xuan looked thoughtful. Flecks of lightning gradually gathered in his eyes, and the imposing aura of Foundation Establishment faintly seeped out.
"Zhu Yucheng is shrewd indeed. The moment he acts, he aims high. Heavenly Poison Mountain has left, but quite a few of the surrounding spirit mountains remain. Those were the holdings of a Purple Mansion power. In