Atop a mountain peak, a white-robed man of the Cloud Race's eyes flickered.
He looked toward the skies and shouted, "...Garbage Recycling Plant of the Mystic Micro Heaven Domain, you entered our clan's sacred grounds without invitation. What is the meaning of this?!"
Upon saying this, the atmosphere between heaven and earth froze, saturated with a solemn killing aura.
The Cloud Race disciples and clan powerhouses scattered across the mountain ranges all changed expression slightly. Over the past several thousand years, this had been one of the most terrifyingly rising powers, its cultivators spread throughout dozens of Heaven Domains.
It had its hands in every major industry of the immortal path, especially artifact refining. Quite a few Refining Masters from every clan had actually joined it, and the magical artifacts it sold were thirty percent below market price while their quality was not inferior in the slightest.
Many had speculated about its terrifying dismantling capabilities, but some leaders of major powers who had coveted them had vanished without a trace—and some had even been seized and thrown into the Immortal Prison.
Its financial resources were so immense that they inspired terror. Every day at noon, it had bought out an entire quarter-hour on the Nine Heavens Immortal Sound Array Disk!
Rumor had it that the plant had even involved itself in the Extraterritorial Battlefield, supplying War Magical Artifacts to the major sects... and it had now officially established itself in the Desolate Heaven Domain.
A man's name was like a tree's shadow. Its name and rumors alone were enough to weigh down upon the Cloud Race lineage. They simply did not exist on the same level of the immortal path.
Figures emerged outside numerous cave abodes within the ancient forest atop the peaks. Many prodigies secretly felt their hearts tremble.