"Where have you cultivators come from? State your purpose clearly. Otherwise, you'll have to stay here first!"
Just as everyone stood dumbfounded, a shout rang out. It echoed through the mountains, setting off rumbling tremors in the sky that lingered without end...
"Disciples of the lower realm's Phantom Sect, ascended here!"
Mo Qing drew a deep breath and called out in a clear voice.
At the same time, following Mo Qing's shout, identity tokens appeared in everyone's hands. Even Zi Kun took out a Small Bamboo Peak token.
"Ascended cultivators? How did so many of you ascend at once? Did you happen to meet in the upper realm and come here together?"
The instant the identity tokens appeared in Mo Qing and the others' hands, they felt a strand of Divine Sense swiftly sweep over them. Immediately afterward, an uncertain, astonished voice rang out.
However, the voice was already much quieter now and no longer shook their hearts and souls.
Several figures then appeared amid the clouds and mist ahead. Six people blocked their way: five stood in a horizontal row at the rear, while one stepped forward in front.
All six wore dark green robes—the sect attire Li Yan and the others knew better than anything.
"One mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator and five Golden Core Realm cultivators. Even the Moji Dao Sect did not have much more than this kind of formation guarding its gates!"
Li Yan had discovered them long ago. At the same time, he sensed quite a few formidable auras within the mountain gate, though all of them remained where they were without moving.
Clearly, the Phantom Sect was exceedingly cautious and vigilant when it came to guarding its sect.
Mo Qing and the others were likewise studying the six people. Their leader was a burly