The sun gradually sank into the peaks on the horizon, and an eerie stillness fell over heaven and earth.
No birds cried or beasts roared among the mountains anymore, nor were there any solitary souls or wandering ghosts dwelling in seclusion. Only the brilliant stars and moon remained to illuminate the mountains and rivers, along with a group of mortals who had no business being here.
The Black Heroic Pass towered among the mountains, the last sliver of sunset lingering on its walls.
Xie Jinhuan stood before the gate, surveying the arrangements on either side while they waited for the appointed time.
Lin Zisu, Jiang Xian, Coal Ball, and the other noncombatants had been sent away before nightfall. Those remaining before the pass were almost every senior and top-ranking figure of the Righteous Path who could currently spare the time.
To face the formidable Corpse Ancestor, Sister Guo had "borrowed" her treasured armor and the evil-suppressing saber, King Xiang's Order, back from Mei Conggao. Now she stood in golden armor with her saber at her side, her wine-red hair flowing in the wind, finally regaining the bearing of the Goddess of War who dominated the Northern Border.
After many years, Qixia True Person had once again donned her blue-green Daoist robe. The Zhenglun Sword hung at her waist, while she held the Red Umbrella that had refined countless demons and evil spirits, looking almost exactly as she had during the Witch Cult Rebellion.
Standing on the ground, she was half a head shorter than even the juniors, which hardly looked imposing. So Qixia True Person had gone up onto the wall, planting one hand on her hip and throwing back her shoulders. Without the restraint of her chest armor, her baby-faced, enormous-breasted figure was on full display!
But the occasion