Three days later.
Above the outer palace of the Infinite Extremity Devil Palace, three streaks of escape light tore through the air.
The escape lights were extremely fast, even faster than Qing Chen had been on his arrival. In the blink of an eye, they reached the sky above the traveling palace and abruptly halted-three figures hovered in midair.
The man in the lead wore immortal robes of deepest black, his presence as imposing as a mountain. He was none other than Great Jin's Southeastern Circuit Mirror Lord-Yan Tong!
To his left stood a burly, curly-bearded man clad in heavy dark-gold armor, his aura as deep and steady as an ocean abyss. Killing intent surged around him. He was the Southeastern Circuit's Spirit-Guarding Commander-Yue Hanshan!
To his right was an old monk in moon-white robes, his face kindly and his eyes sharp-the Vajra Zen Sect's Chan Master Hui'an!
The three released their auras, making the entire traveling palace below tremble under the pressure.
The disciples guarding the palace lay prostrate, their faces deathly pale, not daring to breathe heavily. They actually recognized two of these men.
What kind of lineup was this?
Several Nascent Soul Peak great cultivators had descended at once!
This truly was a rarity. They had always been the ones bullying others, yet within just a few days, they had been cowed by one visitor after another. And these three went far too far, releasing their oppressive auras without restraint.
The previous True Lord had merely neglected to rein in his presence.
Yan Tong swept his gaze over the grounds below, his voice icy. "Where is Qing Chen?"
A palace disciple stammered, "R-reporting to you, True Lord, we don't know..."
"You don't know?" Yue Hanshan frowned. "Didn't he come here a few days ago? Where is he?"