Inside the pass, in the main hall.
Candle flames rose, Li light shone brilliantly, and the aura of Divine Abilities churned, pressing down upon the hall until all manner of strange phenomena began to manifest. At the highest seat was a beam of azure Jia Wood light.
An old Daoist in an emerald robe sat quietly. His aged face resembled the bark of a withered tree, while the wrists exposed beneath his broad sleeves were covered in tiny azure scales. He gazed absently outside, his eyes dull, like an ancient tree hollowed out within.
Mei Ye stood in attendance beside him and asked softly:
"Senior Yi Li, the great formation is established. All that remains is to advance north."
The old Daoist in the principal seat stirred slightly from his reverie. His Jia Wood Divine Ability shifted, and his aura gradually withdrew until he seemed no different from a mortal, betraying nothing supernatural.
"Evil Land... is not easy to deal with. Even if I act, I can only hold him off."
"That will be enough."
Mei Ye shifted her gaze and said solemnly:
"The Imperial House's orders are only for us to take Green Loam. Once we overturn this Pure Land, the remaining matters will be left to the King of Misty Mountain."
A trace of vitality gradually returned to Yi Li's face. He gathered his broad azure sleeves and merely said:
"Besides Evil Land, there is also Feng Yan. On my way north, I saw the radiance of a strand of True Qi. A cultivator from Martial Mu Mountain must have arrived as well?"
Mei Ye said nothing, but Yi Li smiled calmly.
"All this concealment-there is no frankness to it. Back when we attacked Qi's palace, we could still see an emperor take action. Ye Canxuan was burned