By now, the winds and clouds over the Mountain of Ten Thousand Spirits had long since changed.
To the south, the banners of the Thousand Sects Alliance blotted out the sky. Thousands of enormous Warships roared out of the clouds, spiritual light shimmering over their hulls as runes flowed across them.
The moment they stopped at the mountain's edge, they raised enormous defensive shields. One menacing spiritual cannon after another slowly extended, their muzzles gleaming with a chilling light as they assumed an attack formation.
To the north, Demonic Qi from the Heavenly Baleful Valley surged into the sky. Countless War Puppets stood across the earth like steel behemoths, a vast black mass exuding a cold, deathly stillness.
Overhead, crimson clouds churned. Fierce-looking warships stood poised for battle, facing the Thousand Sects Alliance to the south from afar.
Swords were drawn, bows bent!
Battle could erupt at any moment!
Amid this suffocating tension, an ornate Phoenix Chariot a thousand zhang long, carved with ice phoenixes, slowly came to a halt before the Thousand Sects Alliance's formation.
At the front of the Phoenix Chariot stood a woman in white.
Her bearing was graceful, her stunning figure enough to leave anyone breathless. Coupled with skin whiter than snow and a peerless face with eyes like cold stars, she drew the gazes of all the old fellows around her, who kept stealing glances.
On any other day, she might have erupted long ago under so many lecherous stares.
But now, all her thoughts were on her disciple, Qin Ruoxue. How could she spare any attention for them?
She was none other than Bing Ningyue, the Palace Master of the Mystic Ice Palace.
She had never imagined that merely asking her disciple to gather a third tier spirit herb along the way would lead