The three-day deadline hung over them like a sword.
Yet the atmosphere inside Desolate Valley was utterly relaxed.
Dozens of disciples from aristocratic clans and sects had gathered there, led by Feng Tianmu, Mu Cheng, and the others. Their robes gleamed, their auras were formidable, and even the weakest had reached the true immortal realm. Feng Tianmu, who stood at their head, had already reached the immortal king realm. Treasure light shimmered over the Blazing Wind Fan in his hand, and arrogance filled his every glance.
Their cultivation inheritances were complete, their magic treasures radiant with spiritual light. Most rogue cultivators, still muddling through the first three realms, were nowhere near their equal.
"The reckoning is almost here. With my elder brother holding the fort, we'll show those mud-legged peasants the difference between clouds and dirt!" Feng Tianming spoke eagerly. Over the past two days, they had cleared out Ghost Nests and harvested rogue cultivators, reaping considerable rewards. They were riding high on their success.
"Hmph. My only regret is that we haven't caught those scum who scurried away like rats with their heads covered. Especially that Qing Yun!" Mu Cheng's expression was dark. Although spiritual medicine had forcibly healed the wound Yun Qing had inflicted that day, a strange devouring force still lingered within it, preventing him from unleashing his full strength.
"No matter." Feng Tianmu gently waved his folding fan, his gaze disdainful. "The Heavenly Dao will announce the gathering points soon. Even if they hide at the ends of the earth, they won't escape the reckoning. We'll catch them all in one net then." He pronounced their fate lightly, his tone arrogant and certain.
Feng Ling'er stood to one side, smiling charmingly, but her gaze slipped unnoticed toward the shadows outside the valley. An inconspicuous jade talisman