Southern Border, summer.
The gray-yellow desert stretched without end. Two figures stood on a dune, one old and one young.
Around them, a densely packed army of monsters, both living creatures and corpse puppets, hemmed them in so tightly that not a drop of water could pass.
Vast night shrouded the heavens, its scattered stars like lamps.
The old Daoist had gaunt cheeks. Dressed in a jujube-red Daoist robe, wearing the Cloud Crown and Star Shoes, he stood firmly on the sand.
He held a Mystic Lamp that gave off a faint blue glow. A dim, hazy pressure emanated from him, holding the horde of monsters at bay.
Ye Xi of Dust-Sweeping.
A handsome youth crouched beside him, looking rather bedraggled. His clothes were torn, and he seemed to have been on the run for a long time. He sighed. "Senior, when are we going to that Jian Land place?"
Ye Xi raised his lamp to illuminate the way ahead and said unhurriedly, "Soon. First, we must settle the matter before us. You killed the Xia Kingdom's garrison troops. This will not end peacefully."
"It was these monsters that devoured mortals! They slaughtered their way into the Ancient Nanshe Kingdom, reducing ten thousand people to food for their bloody feasts."
The youth's eyes were lively, his aura rippling. Anger seemed to smolder in his heart. He did not resemble a lofty immortal cultivator so much as a living, breathing person.
Mysterious yellow light of Wu Earth Fate Command rose and fell around him. Though he was only at Foundation Establishment, he had already escaped these monsters three times! Once, he had nearly been taken back to the Xia Kingdom, but had killed his guards along the way and escaped.
Only now, when they had encircled him, had this old immortal