Guangling Prefecture, Hui Mountain.
This mountain range was not a place where Spirit Veins converged. Its slopes were steep and barren, rarely visited by people.
On the shaded side of the mountain stood an enormous formation platform, its intricate formation patterns faintly shimmering with a dark glow.
That dim light slowly rose, driving away the surrounding Spiritual Qi.
Outside the ancient formation, a dense mass of cultivators knelt.
At the head were two people, one of them the Golden Core Realm cultivator Zhang Xingming.
Kneeling beside and behind him were all the Demon Ruins Cultivators still remaining within the Chu Kingdom. Though fewer than at their peak, their gathering here was no less terrifying a sight.
Zhang Xingming kept his head lowered, not daring to raise his eyes.
The dim glow grew brighter and brighter, and the presence within gradually spread.
Zhang Xingming could clearly sense just how terrifying the beings about to emerge from this teleportation formation were.
Even as a Golden Core cultivator, he was utterly insignificant before that gathering might.
Buzzz-!
The ancient teleportation formation suddenly erupted with an ear-piercing hum. The dim glow blazed fiercely, then abruptly contracted inward.
The next moment, nine figures appeared within the grand formation.
Not one of the nine concealed their presence. Suffocating pressure descended in an instant!
These nine figures differed in form. Some were shrouded in rolling demonic mist, revealing only two points of scarlet light, while others were towering figures covered in savage bone armor.
The only thing they shared was that every one of them radiated the genuine pressure of the Nascent Soul Realm!
Nine Nascent Soul cultivators from the Demon Ruins!
Even Zhang Xingming's breathing briefly faltered. Then, not daring to delay, he bowed deeply to the ground.
He cried out, "We respectfully welcome the Holy