A month after Purple Cloud Prefecture and the Golden Ape Tribe declared war on each other.
The two sides had not immediately plunged into an all-out melee.
Instead, each mobilized its local forces, which surged toward the border like a tide.
Then, with remarkable mutual understanding, the Human Race and Demon Race began building defensive lines along the border and stockpiling weapons, talismans, pills, formations...
They began preparing for this war, which had long been brewing yet had caught them off guard.
At that moment, on the easternmost stretch of the border where Purple Cloud Prefecture adjoined Demon Race territory.
There was a remote, mountainous region.
This region was called "Miasma Cloud Ridge."
Mountains rose and fell across this barren, desolate land, shrouded year-round in clouds, mist, and miasma. Even birds and beasts were rarely seen.
At that moment, within Miasma Cloud Ridge.
The interior of a seemingly unremarkable mountain with a crooked summit was brightly lit.
Passages ran in all directions through the mountain, where large numbers of martial artists were transporting supplies of every kind toward the central warehouse.
This was actually a Human Race military supply depot on Purple Cloud Prefecture's border, stockpiling vast quantities of supplies in preparation for the coming head-on war between the two sides.
At that moment, within a Concealment Formation at the mountain's summit.
Gu Chenfeng, Mo Nancang, Gu Qingxuan, and the others stood within the formation, gazing northeast toward the vast forest with reflective eyes.
"To think headquarters would send our Four Symbols Sect to guard this border warehouse. We really are lucky!"
Mo Nancang could not help exclaiming.
Gu Qingxuan agreed. "Yes, although this warehouse is on the border.
"For one thing, it's tucked away in a corner of the battle line, making it difficult for the enemy to notice.