Jiang Yi observed the people across the river, his Divine Sense sweeping over Tuoba Long, known as one of the Liyang Twin Dragons, and Yan Fei, the current successor of the Profound Finger Monastery.
"They're about on par with the Qianji Sect's Inner Peaks disciples. Against Xu Yan or Han Li, they might not even be assured of victory.
"But they cultivate Qi and Blood and have powerful bodies. They would make fine 'human materials.'"
Jiang Yi pondered. Ancient Demonic Cultivators remained on [Gathering Grotto Continent], yet he had found no trace of them.
Could the Mortal Realm be a set of "Resource Grounds"?
Were those practicing the so-called Twelve Transformations of the Mortal Realm all livestock being raised?
"In that case, the people who shattered the void and 'ascended' throughout history probably met worrying ends."
Jiang Yi considered this briefly, then began studying the three-way standoff on the Great River.
At the sight of Sheng Hailong's severed head, Yan Fei's gaze flickered, then abruptly froze.
When he looked toward the figure who had made the river stand upright and the clouds hang low, a measure of astonishment appeared on his face.
The Twelve Transformations of the Mortal Realm? A Spirit Refining Grandmaster?
The successor of the Profound Finger Monastery could scarcely believe it.
The reason was simple: Yao Yun was an unfamiliar face.
And she was truly far too young!
Even if she had begun training in her mother's womb, how could she have entered the Twelve Transformations of the Mortal Realm without a sound, escaping every eye and ear beneath heaven?
"A High God? Which sacred land's successor are you? How dare you impersonate a High God's emissary?!"
Worthy of his reputation as a Liyang prodigy, Tuoba Long swiftly steadied himself and said coldly:
"Though Sheng Hailong came