Towering mountain walls rose on either side, enclosing a broad stretch of flat ground.
This was the homeland of the Nightmare Demon Tribe.
Here in the Land of Exile, the Nightmare Demon Tribe, protected by a Dou Huang expert, already counted as a powerful tribe that few dared offend.
Yet now, its homeland had been reduced to rubble. Craters pitted the ground, and everywhere one looked, there were only broken walls and ruined buildings.
By contrast, only the central stretch had escaped the ravages of battle. A massive cauldron several dozen feet tall stood there, impossible to miss.
Beneath it, a purple-robed young man sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, as motionless as a bell.
He had remained like this for eleven full days.
Suddenly, as though a gale had sprung up, the energy of heaven and earth began to fluctuate violently. The immense disturbance drew Queen Medusa and the others over from afar.
Under their gazes, the young man's tightly shut eyes snapped open. His hands emerged from his sleeves, forming one strange hand seal after another with lightning speed.
As those hand seals took shape, everyone suddenly noticed a vast, surging mass of soul power rapidly gathering in his palms. Within the distorted space, they could faintly make out a small, flickering bell.
Chen Cang's expression was solemn as his hand seals shifted rapidly. The illusory bell in his palms changed with them, becoming a small cauldron, then a great seal, then a spear, then a sword...
As more and more forms manifested, Chen Cang's control grew increasingly practiced.
A trace of delight rose to his brows, and Chen Cang looked toward the mountain wall beside him.
The next instant, he thrust the illusory palm imprint in his hand forward.
Before their very eyes, the illusory palm imprint