The cliff face was riddled with caves.
Though fear filled their hearts, Body Integration Cultivators emerged from the openings one after another and stood behind Yin Penglai, looking up at the twenty-odd figures above.
Surging primal chaos source substance streamed ceaselessly around them.
Yin Penglai's expression was cold and stern as he silently flew up.
He surveyed everyone around him, showing not the slightest fear even before more than twenty beings at his own level.
His gaze then fixed firmly on Myriad Void City, killing intent running rampant in his eyes.
Such martial grandeur cowed even Myriad Void City, the Patriarch of the Qingluo Wan Clan. Instinctively recalling the terror of being dominated by the Yin Clan, he unconsciously retreated two steps.
But then he remembered those behind him, mustered his courage, and barked:
"Fellow Daoist Penglai, with everyone here, do you still intend to commit violence before all our fellow Daoists?"
Yin Penglai's gaze was icy, yet he seemed unwilling even to bother with Myriad Void City. Slowly shifting his gaze to the figures behind him, he spoke with a solemn expression and a stern voice:
"Spirit Source Prefecture, the Illusory Emptiness Realm, and Golden Water Marsh, the Ten Thousand Devil Palace... what is the meaning of this?"
The figures exchanged glances.
Soon, a middle-aged figure stepped slowly out of the crowd, grief and anger on his face.
"As Fellow Daoist Wan said, we came here only to demand an explanation!"
"Our eleven factions long ago agreed to uphold order in the Ruins of Zhangshi together, leaving a place for the rogue cultivators of this stretch of the Boundary Sea. We could be said to have kept our well water clear of one another's river water, yet Fan Yuxian, a cultivator of our realm, died without cause near your