Still, even if this Idle-Fishing Boy did not flee, Song Yan did not think the man truly needed his protection.
The Immortal Dao Alliance had settled on these twenty-eight places after considering many factors.
Apart from the sects and aristocratic clans, rogue cultivators had only seven places in total.
How many rogue cultivators were there in the Central Region?
To become one of those seven among the vast multitude of rogue cultivators...
Could he really have relied on luck alone?
Song Yan did not believe anyone could be that lucky.
Just then.
Hum.
A powerful fluctuation from a formation came from the distant mound of the Imperial Mausoleum.
The hour of the Tiger had just begun, and night shrouded everything.
The great formation turned, and faint starlight descended from the night sky.
Around the Imperial Mausoleum's mound, numerous glowing formation patterns and indistinct curtains of restriction light gradually lit up.
As the starlight descended, they began to ripple.
"Fellow Daoists, seniors!"
The cultivator from the Imperial Astronomical Bureau called out, "The restrictions are opening. Please enter at once."
"At the hour of the Tiger tomorrow, the restrictions will open again. Please be sure to wait at your original entrance then."
"Go!"
Someone gave a low shout first, and several figures already poised to move instantly turned into streaks of various colors, flying toward the gap in the restrictions over the Imperial Mausoleum's mound.
Song Yan exchanged a glance with Su Xueming and the others. With a slight stir of his thoughts, a golden sword rainbow flashed into being, and he too flew toward the opening in the formation.
At that moment, the Immortal Dao Alliance cultivators in the surrounding subsidiary burial palaces saw twenty-eight Golden Core escape lights streak across the night sky like meteors chasing the moon. Overlapping one