Hidden Yin Mountain.
The mountain towered high, shutting out the wind and snow, shrouded in mysterious Yin-Yang qi. Dark and gloomy, it abounded in blue-black cliffs, deep valleys, and low ravines, a landscape of profound seclusion.
Purple-robed cultivators occasionally rode the wind to and fro, chatting and laughing freely. Most cultivated one of the Twelve Zheng.
There were twelve Spirit Peaks in the mountain, arranged in an interlocking formation around a pitch-black heavenly peak at their center. The sounds of bells and cauldrons drifted from it, lingering, clear, and distant, soothing the mind.
On the peak stood a Dao platform paved with white jade. A dozen or so cultivators sat on green cushions, listening to a lecture. At the highest point sat a Daoist who commanded black light. His features had an ancient simplicity, and he wore a long beard, a Cloud Crown, and purple robes. His broad sleeves were patterned with scenes of all things rising and sinking, of water and fire gathering in turmoil. A horsetail whisk rested in his hand as he expounded the scriptures:
"Greater Yin brings diminution, Lesser Yin brings removal. When both intermingle and exhaust themselves, Hidden Yin is formed."
As he spoke, his brows suddenly creased. He rose and looked beyond the mountain:
"Which fellow Daoist is watching from outside? Why not reveal yourself and meet with us?"
Silver thunderbolts flashed beyond the mountain, and deep Tribulation Punishment qi surged. In an instant, it all withdrew, revealing a True Person clad in silver robes, with a Spirit Sword on his back.
An Altar Thunder Divine Ability!
When had such a figure arrived in this Interwoven Yin River region? Apart from the Ink Qilin, there was actually another cultivator who had cultivated Altar Thunder to this level?
"I am Calamity-Splitting, from Great Li. I