An old monster of the seventh realm had once been frozen stiff by the power of Great Yin, suggesting that this region likely harbored an extraordinary ancient relic tied to events of the distant past and the mystery behind the moon's disappearance.
Evidently, none of the four supreme civilizations would abandon their pursuit.
Qin Ming drew a deep breath. Tangible chaotic force spilled forth, swirling around his body and warping the night sky.
He was not the only one; Li Wanfa, Wei Shouzhen, Xie Xiyan, and others were also recuperating and gathering their strength.
The younger generation donned armor and wiped down their weapons, ready to take the field at any moment.
Grandmasters still in their prime, brimming with vigor and vitality, sat in meditation with closed eyes, breathing in and out. Divine light shone through their flesh and blood as invisible force fields expanded around them.
The Golden Board cautioned, "If you spot moonlight, report it immediately. Do not approach it rashly."
After all, even an ancient totem had once been corroded by the power of Great Yin while chasing the moon, resulting in a clouded mind. That alone proved how perilous it was.
Within the Mountain and Sea Realm, cauldrons bubbled noisily, releasing rich medicinal aromas. Earth Immortals whose origins had been torn and patriarchs pierced through with war spears took the remedies, finding effective relief for their wounds.
Though they no longer had the strength to rush to the front lines, they could not leave just yet. They had to hold the rear. If any sudden crisis arose, the Golden Board would dip into its coffin reserves to help them don armor and take up arms once more.
Suspended in the sky, the Golden Board shed threads of spiritual essence that transformed into a shower of light, descending upon the cities below and the remote tribes beyond.
It was purifying them. Many on the ground had mutated because of those altars. Worshipping the totems had exerted a corrupting influence, leaving numerous tribes not only with wildly swelling physiques and barbarous traits, but with spiritually clouded minds as well. They needed the baptism of this spiritual rain.
Across the land, in major towns and cities, countless people woke as if from a long slumber.
"What happened? Why does it feel like I just woke from a massive dream?"
"I... was worshipping an evil god!"
That very day, once they regained their senses, people smashed the altars and broke the idols to pieces.
This was largely because grandmasters descended in person, declaring to the populace that Yujing's might had returned to safeguard this realm once more, and that no totem would ever be allowed to invade again.
The silver sea and the abyss had not retreated far. After pulling out of the enclave, they hovered above a primeval forest.
The crimson forest spanned countless mountain ranges and vast plains over an immense territory, and mysterious moonlight had once steamed up from its depths as well.
With the grand battle halted, the two sides guarded their respective lands, settling into a standoff.
From the colossal abyss, a mountain-sized giant soared into the sky. Its face was covered in golden eyes, its gaze warping the void, and its voice rumbled like thunder.
"Now that hostilities have ceased, I hope we both honor our agreement. After all, crimson eyes are watching from the depths of the Night Mist World. If we continue our bloody struggle, someone will surely reap the spoils."
Between the Celestial Clan and the Abyss civilization, the Celestials had always played the peacemaker while the monsters of the abyss played the enforcer. Yet now, even the hardliner's tone had softened.
Clearly, this battle had dealt them grievous wounds that cut to the bone; naturally, they had no wish to reopen hostilities lightly.
The Golden Board provisionally agreed. It naturally sensed that other supreme civilizations were watching. If the fight dragged on, catastrophic complications would truly arise.
The Celestial Clan even proposed that the three systems sign a binding pact of rules, barring immortals, gods, and other supreme figures from taking the field here.
As for why it was three parties rather than all four supreme civilizations, no one explained, nor was any explanation needed. For now, the totem camp was simply disregarded.
The Big Red Dragon squawked, "Why not do as the ancients did? Let's take an oath of blood brotherhood! From now on, we'll all be... good brothers! We could even cement our bond through marriage!"
That it remained so energetic after a bloody battle was truly extraordinary. The Big Red Dragon flapped its massive wings in the night sky, drawing no small number of eyes.
The Sage's cheek twitched. During the clash, the mount had been shielded by his chaotic heavenly light, barely sustaining any injuries, and had ended up looking even more carefree than its master.
He barked, "Get back here."
The Sage knew this dragon's temperament all too well. Once it grew lively, it ran wild without limits. It was fortunate that it was still only in the sixth realm; otherwise, it would truly be impossible to rein in.
Yet his reprimand came too late.
Full of vigor and eager for chatter, the Big Red Dragon completely ignored the Sage behind it. Lacking the slightest self-awareness of being a mere mount, it shouted, "I think we can fully observe ancient custom and arrange an alliance through marriage!"
With that, it bared its large white teeth and held its head high, grinning brightly toward the silver sea above the crimson forest. "You Celestials can marry off that Seven-Headed Dragon to our side!"
Instantly, a dragon roar shook the nine heavens. Enormous waves surged across the silver sea as the colossal silhouette of the Seven-Headed Heavenly Dragon emerged. Each of its heads loomed like a hill, radiating overwhelming pressure.
Then, an onslaught of dragon speech poured forth, delivered entirely in the most exalted ancient dragon tongue.
The Big Red Dragon tilted its neck, unable to understand some of the words.
"That's not out of the question—if you marry into our family," a one-eyed dragon within the silver sea said, flapping pitch-black leathery wings and grinning at the Big Red Dragon.
The Sage hastily reached out and dragged his mount back. As for the so-called marriage alliance, it naturally fizzled out.
That night, the high-altitude Night Mist Sea surged, radiant divine light blazing fiercely as the New Board unexpectedly arrived.
With a gentle shake, all manner of spiritual substances and Dao charms cascaded down like a torrential rain, sinking entirely into the Golden Board and accelerating the mending of its cracks.
At the sight of this, even the old monsters of the seventh realm let out a sigh of relief.
The Night Mist World was perilous in the extreme; the moment you showed weakness, you could become someone else's meal at any second.
The Golden Board inquired, "These are not Yujing's goods. Where did you go foraging?"
The spiritual substances, rare minerals, and Dao charms it had just consumed bore distinct foreign traits.
Upon hearing those words, the Old Barbarian God, the Earth Immortals of the Eastern Lands, and the others all turned pale, instantly reminded of unpleasant memories.
After the sword duel in the sky last time, bandit chiefs had paid visits to their homes—not just once, but at least three or four times.
Worst of all, some master thief had brazenly used their pill furnaces in their quiet chambers to refine medicine, infuriating several old Earth Immortals to the brink of madness.
Of course, what dealt them the heaviest blow was that after the New Board distributed rewards and they compared accounts, they were stunned to discover that they had each consumed divine treasures from one another's herb gardens.
Consequently, the group of seventh-realm old monsters cast distinctly unfriendly glares at the New Board.
The New Board spoke up at once. "Rest easy, everyone. Your homes are safe and sound, and not a bit of your rewards will be missing. For your benefits, I deliberately journeyed deep into the Night Mist World, risking my life to hunt and supplement the household!"
The Golden Board asked, "Where did you go?"
It already had an inkling, but asked on behalf of the old monsters to reassure them. At such a critical juncture, no discord could be allowed to fester.
The New Board said, "Didn't you just conquer a new territory? The totem camp's Splendid Plain. The moment I heard the name, I knew it had to be a wonderful place, so I rushed over immediately and harvested all the natural creations clean, preventing them from transferring out rare treasures before the handover."
Silence fell over the scene.
The New Board continued on its own, "You've really outdone yourselves. That territory is massive and vast, right in the heart of the totem camp. Perhaps because it was right under their noses, nobody noticed me, and it wasn't heavily guarded at all."
Only after a long pause did the Golden Board speak in a faint voice. "The territory in the pact... was the Apocalypse Plateau."
The New Board was shocked. "What? I got the wrong place?"
It then consoled everyone, "No matter, plateaus and plains are basically the same—they both have 'plain' in the idea."
It added, "And I must say, the Splendid Plain hangs suspended in the air, and it's extraordinarily fertile!"
The crowd was speechless.
The Golden Board immediately warned, "No one is to speak a word of this. Keep your mouths sealed. After all, these will serve as your military merit rewards!"
Fortunately, most present were Earth Immortals and seasoned sixth-realm experts, with very few juniors, making it easy to enforce silence and prevent leaks.
The Golden Board pressed on, "Did you visit the Abyss civilization and the Celestial Clan's territories?"
The New Board answered candidly, "I did. I just took a casual look around."
Everyone looked at it with strange expressions. After that, it dared claim it had merely mistaken the Splendid Plain for the Apocalypse Plateau? Its methods were clearly well-practiced!
"You have to trust me, my moral baseline is very high. I truly just looked around and barely touched anything. Most of the abyss's treasures are underground and troublesome to gather, and most Celestials have wings and stay very vigilant..." the New Board complained.
From the sound of it, it had indeed gone and helped itself, though its haul had been modest—primarily out of caution, wishing to avoid major trouble.
Why had the New Board mainly foraged from the totem camp? For no other reason than that their system was the weakest.
It was fortunate the Totem Sacred Mountain hadn't heard this, or its newly mended wounds would have cracked open on the spot.
Naturally, there was more to the story.
In accordance with its initial agreement with the Golden Board, the New Board had, upon leaving, lured some of the more aggressive parties among the top hunters toward the pastures of the Celestial Clan and the Abyss civilization. What transpired after that was beyond its prediction.
Unquestionably, the New Board's excursion had yielded immense gains!
When the Golden Board handed out rewards this time, it would certainly not be strapped for resources.
Afterward, the Golden Board opened a dark abyss and sent inside all the special weapons, including the fragments of the five-colored treasures, to be nurtured.
These supreme ancient weapons, forged from exotic metals and the blood of Heavenly Immortals, possessed unfathomable might before they were shattered.
Yet now, they all suffered from a grave flaw: madness.
Some harbored remnants of the enemy's consciousness, while others were tangled with the lingering obsessions of past masters. Once awakened, they were prone to losing their sanity after major eruptions of power.
Having returned laden with glory, they now had to be locked away in the Madmen's Abyss to recuperate.
To cure them completely and reassemble their shattered forms would require a fresh baptism in the blood of Heavenly Immortals.
Yet in this era, such a condition was virtually impossible to fulfill.
Many eyed Yezhou's race-defining weapons—the thirty-six Heaven-Anchoring Divine Stakes—with a twinge of envy. That set of killing instruments was truly bottomless.
At the final moment, they had actually struck the Totem Sacred Mountain, leaving thirty-six gaping holes and suppressing and slaying great totems one after another.
Moreover, after this battle, they seemed to have partially unraveled their seals, their inscriptions growing ever more intricate. Even in their ordinary state, they could now suppress and slay seventh-realm old monsters.
Most likely, having gorged themselves this time, they had evolved—or rather, were returning to their former glory.
"Could this be a set of demonic weapons?" an old monster from an old mountain stronghold in the heavens asked the Sage.
Helian Chengyun, the seven-sun practitioner from the surface, corrected him gravely, "These are supreme immortal treasures. Sooner or later, they will return to the heights they deserve."
In truth, even the Golden Board did not know the origin of this set of killing weapons; they were not on Yujing's list of lost treasures.
Yezhou's elders had unearthed the thirty-six Heaven-Anchoring Divine Stakes from deep underground. All they knew was that the more blood sacrifices they received, the stronger they became, and each deployment concerned the fate of their people.
"So bloodthirsty, and they're still not demonic treasures?" someone muttered.
Lu Yu, the Six Imperials Patriarch of the New Path, shook his head solemnly. "No. Their absorption of blood mist is to purify it and refine away the lingering malice. Otherwise, if left to accumulate, it would cause devastation and might even evolve into an underworld. By deploying them, we purge filth, refine malevolence, and preemptively resolve earthly calamities."
The Sage looked at the old man, musing to himself. This old fellow had lived astonishingly long, his age frighteningly great. Had he truly not broken through yet?
He cursed under his breath: *Old immortal bastard.*
At the same time, the Sage pondered: people claimed that apart from himself, all patriarchs who researched chaotic force had perished completely. But was that truly the case?
He even suspected that great upheaval would arise from this technique. Not a single one of them had a clean background.
*Whose mind monkey was Cao Qianqiu?*
In the crimson forest, members of the totem camp remained, having not departed. They had been persuaded to stay by the two supreme civilizations, accorded courtesy, status, and respect.
"What? The Splendid Plain...?!"
Atop the Totem Sacred Mountain, a group of great totems received the news. Cold light glinted in their eyes, and altars manifested behind them, all of them consumed by genuine fury and killing intent.
Such dreadful news from the far rear—their home had been plundered!
The Celestial Clan and the Abyss civilization were also displeased. Mobilizing such a massive force had failed to claim the Golden Board. Still, their losses were within acceptable limits; what did ceding a piece of land matter?
At the thought of the ceded territory, the totem camp boiled with indignation. Had anyone consulted them?
Yet the totems had compromised and agreed in the end.
"Curse it! Three mysterious forces paid a visit to our rear!" the Celestial Clan received a fresh report.
"Slight damage!" The Abyss civilization also received feedback. Fortunately, the problem was minor.
Crucially, they had the Heavenly City and the Ancestral Abyss backing them, enough to deter the various camps.
The Seven-Headed Heavenly Dragon asked in secret, "What happened with the hunting parties from other super-camps that our people led toward Yujing's territory?"
Undoubtedly, any supreme blood battle cast a wide net, extending far beyond frontal clashes to maneuvers in other domains, stirring all manner of storms and consequences.
The headquarters of the Celestial Clan and the Abyss civilization possessed counterparts to the New Board, charged with handling matters away from the main battlefield.
"Several forces acted independently, and they did indeed approach Yujing's territory in secret. But in the end, they all withdrew without a sound."
The Abyss civilization was also balancing accounts in private. An old monster asked, "What happened? Why did they pull back?"
"Yujing's territory likely truly possesses the legendary Dao Board. It briefly awakened, frightening the various factions away."
The upper echelons of both the Celestial Clan and the Abyss civilization turned solemn.
Within Yujing's borders, another ancient relic held sway, unfathomable in depth.
"What form does it take?"
"The great form has no contour, the great sound is scarcely heard; it is beyond description."
The totem camp felt they had boarded a pirate ship, yet disbanding was impossible; the two supreme systems would not permit their departure.
An ancient totem sighed toward the heavens. "The Splendid Plain... Why? Why is it always us bearing the burden of everything!"
Within the Mountain and Sea Realm, a host of young cultivators and grandmasters prepared to depart for the enclave's various cities.
Senior figures were patiently instructing the younger generation, analyzing the situation and sharing combat experience.
"At first, both sides will search for moonlight and trace the source of Great Yin within their own territories without crossing borders lightly. But as time passes, that will change. Someone on the crimson forest side will surely grow impatient..."
"Staying alive is your primary duty. Life is long, and far more scenery awaits you ahead. Do not act out of reckless pride. If you encounter an insurmountable foe—such as a fifth-realm grandmaster or an invincible core saint—do not fight to the death. Retreat when you must..."
Old monsters from peak Dao grounds such as Star Mountain, Thunder Marsh Palace, and the Huang family personally spoke with their grandmasters and core successors, delivering earnest warnings.
Tang Yushang's dark hair cascaded like a waterfall, her fair face flawless. Spotting Qin Ming, she lifted her chin.
Big Tang felt confident once more, primarily because the Golden Board had completely unraveled her seals—far more thoroughly than when she had severed her own shackles.
Moreover, this state would last a full month. She felt invincible for the days ahead, a light, floating sensation washing over her as if she were about to ascend to immortality.
Unquestionably, she remained sore over her previous defeat.
She glanced at Qin Ming and said coolly, "When there's an opportunity, let's spar again."
"Let's not. I'm afraid you'll burst into tears," Qin Ming said, nearly shattering her composure with a single sentence.
Tang Yushang was mortified. Was this dark history never going to be put behind them?
"Then let our performance on the battlefield speak for itself. We'll see who dazzles this era." She lifted her chin and walked away, cold and ethereal as an immortal untainted by mortal dust.
Bai Meng was speechless. His sister was truly fixated on Brother Ming. Though he had great faith in Tang Yushang, instinct warned him that if this continued, his sister would only end up being schooled, thoroughly thrashed, and left crying once more.
Then, Tang Yushang and Bai Meng both noticed the ancestor of Tai Ruins blocking Qin Ming's path like a ghost, taking the initiative to seek him out.
Bai Meng wore a peculiar expression, harboring a guess.
Tang Yushang felt touched. The aloof ancestor, who normally paid no heed to worldly affairs, was standing up for her again, actually descending to the mortal realm to speak with a junior.
Warmth filled her heart, yet she also felt it improper. For a seventh-realm powerhouse to intimidate a junior reflected poorly on his standing.
The silver-haired elder looked at Qin Ming, pulled him aside, and engaged in a solemn private conversation.
Qin Ming felt a chill run down his spine. This was precisely why he disliked attending top-tier gatherings—contact with old monsters was unavoidable. Fortunately, they were still within the Golden Board's domain.
"You're quite something, young man," the silver-haired elder praised.
Qin Ming was startled, tempted to say: *Wait, you're praising me, so why look so stern?* The elder had made him terribly nervous, thinking some great calamity had arrived.
"Are you married?" Though the silver-haired elder's expression remained rigid, his voice transmission was relatively gentle, seemingly full of appreciation.
"Not yet," Qin Ming replied honestly.
"Mhm, very good." The silver-haired elder nodded, then began inquiring about his birth date and astrological signs.
Qin Ming: "?"
Thoroughly bewildered, he answered selectively nonetheless.
The silver-haired elder asked, "Young man, would you like to save yourself five hundred years of hard struggle?"
Qin Ming was shocked, itching to ask: *Who are you, and do you happen to have an Earth Immortal younger sister over five hundred years old?*
In the distance, Tang Yushang felt as if spring flowers were blooming in her heart. The ancestor was fiercely protective, warning the fellow who had humiliated her time and again and kicked her thrice in succession. Yet for an elder to bully the small surely weighed on his conscience, didn't it?
"Ancestor, don't trouble him," Tang Yushang transmitted her voice. She felt she could take a loss and had no need for seniors to step in like this.
"Mm!" The silver-haired elder gave a secret nod and sighed inwardly. *They aren't even together yet, and she's already protecting him?*
His descendant—Little Tang, usually as cold and aloof as an immortal—was actually pleading for the boy, worried he would make things difficult for him.
Evidently, Qin Ming, the silver-haired elder, and Tang Yushang were on completely different wavelengths.
Tang Yushang cast a reserved glance at Qin Ming and glided away gracefully, choosing to be the bigger person.
Only Bai Meng was on the same wavelength as the ancestor, having accurately guessed what was happening.
*Could Brother Ming evolve into my brother-in-law?* he mused.
Wangshu City, the core metropolis of this enclave, was a bustling mega-city. Its sprawling walls had stood for a thousand years, growing taller and sturdier through continuous enchantments over generations.
Traffic flowed through the streets like water. Beings of every skin tone and race walked the roads—from humans and barbarians to fox women swaying snow-white tails and elves from distant realms.
Spotting elves here inevitably reminded Qin Ming of the elven clan in the immortal grave realm that had flown off atop an entire coffin board. By the terms of their immortal contract, that princess was still his maidservant.
He had learned that the clan had migrated as a whole, reportedly hailing from the distant outer domains, journeying to seek the legendary Sun Elf Empire.
All the youth and grandmasters from the Mountain and Sea Realm had descended upon Wangshu City. From here, they would disperse across the lands, each team assigned a territory. Even if it meant digging thirty zhang into the earth, they had to uncover traces of the divine moon.
"The supreme blood battle has ended. That was strategic-level power, unsustainable over time. Now it's our turn!" Core disciples from old mountain strongholds gathered in taverns, spirits soaring.
Old strongholds such as Star Mountain, Misty Peak, and Zixiao Cave were undoubtedly prime attractions; even their branch teams drew crowds of followers.
This was human nature—admiring strength and gravitating toward peak lineages came as second nature to many.
The same held true for people and forces from the surface, each banding together.
"Qin Ming—over here!" Pei Shuyan called out.
Yezhou was doing the same, familiar faces systematically forming teams and alliances.
"I've been assigned a territory to guard," Qin Ming said helplessly. It was an area designated for him by the Golden Board.
In truth, core saints and formidable grandmasters—including Qian Cheng, Yin Tian, and others—had all been assigned individual zones for their moon-chasing mission.
Though an artifact spirit, the Golden Board possessed vast experience, viewing these individuals as anomalies within their domains who might be favored by heaven to make significant discoveries.
Naturally, this was also an acknowledgment of their prowess; such figures could stand as armies unto themselves.
"Where is it?" Pei Shuyan asked.
Qin Ming spread out his map and pointed it out to them.
Pei Shuyan said, "Oh? We were just discussing heading to an adjacent area. Isn't that perfect?"
Whether it was truly a coincidence or an intentional gathering remained unsaid.
Soon, Yao Ruoxian, Cheng Sheng, Zhuo Qingming, and others arrived as well.
More people from Yezhou gathered, including the young sect masters of the New Path, alongside Helian Yaoqing, Cao Tian, Li Qingxu, and other talents of the Immortal Path.
Qin Ming sighed inwardly, thinking of Xiao Wu and Xiang Yiwu. He wondered where they were and how they fared.
And Senior Brother Lu—Lu Zizai—to what heights had he ascended by now?
Undoubtedly, grandmasters loomed behind each team, their presence necessary to ensure safety.
"Master, which region are you heading to?" After the gathering at the tavern, Su Mohua caught up as they left the city, extending a warm invitation and mentioning that more than one grandmaster from her clan had arrived.
Qin Ming replied, "I'm going to Silver River Gorge. Our paths probably don't align."
Su Mohua said, "Ah, your destination is already set? Well, no matter. It's not far from us anyway. We can support each other when the time comes."
The teams from various camps set out. As Li Wanfa, Wei Shouzhen, and others departed, crowds accompanied them to see them off; after all, these were true grandmasters, capable of offering protection and saving lives in critical moments.
Silver River Gorge spanned a vast area, accompanied by legends of moonlight once flooding the ravine. Reaching the site and gazing upon the boundless primeval forest, Qin Ming felt a headache coming on.
If the Night Mist World lacked anything, vast territory was certainly not on the list.
"Brother Qin, stay in touch if anything happens." Pei Shuyan, Yao Ruoxian, and the rest bid farewell. Their standard-issue armors allowed communication within a certain range.
Some also carried dharma conches.
"Understood!"
Qin Ming nodded, beginning his moon-chasing operation in Silver River Gorge—though it truly felt like searching for a needle in the ocean.
This place lay quite far from the crimson forest, nowhere near the border zone.
Ordinarily, even if the enemy intended to invade, Qin Ming would not encounter an opponent immediately.
For the first two days, Qin Ming let his spirit wander Silver River Gorge, scouring heaven and earth. He braved astral winds to ascend to the nine heavens and plunged five hundred zhang beneath the ground, searching for the mysterious source of Great Yin.
Yet he found nothing.
*Most likely, it's not here,*
Qin Ming reasoned, then began resting and cultivating.
"Something's wrong! A top-tier aberration from the crimson forest has crept over! Someone spotted its trail—everyone stay alert!"
"Celestial Clan, Abyss civilization, what is the meaning of this? Hostilities have just ceased; are you trying to provoke war already?"
Several border teams from Yujing's camp noticed the abnormality and grew furious, shouting across the divide. A terrifying aberration had penetrated deep into their territory, forcing its way through.
"Our apologies. An expert on our side was cultivating a divine technique tied to consciousness and suffered a deviation, falling into an overexcited, briefly lost state. Once you subdue him, just escort him back. Alternatively, we can cross over to search for him together."
At a border crossing between the crimson forest and the enclave, the atmosphere grew intensely taut, both sides wary of another bloody clash.
Everyone had prepared themselves mentally: once their search for the moon yielded no results on their own ground, they would likely probe deep into enemy territory, sparking fierce clashes sooner or later. Yet trouble had erupted after only two days, catching all parties off guard.
Evidently, even within the crimson forest, many had not anticipated this development.
Only a small handful of experts orchestrating the incident sneered in secret.
"Damn it! That high-tier aberration went toward Silver River Gorge! That's a grandmaster-level powerhouse—they're retaliating! They're hunting Qin Ming!"
Along the way, someone discovered the expert's latest movements. His target was unmistakable: they intended to smother Qin Ming, who had dazzled the exchange meet among the younger generation of supreme civilizations before even reaching the fourth realm.
"Damned scoundrels! How utterly shameless!"
"Ruthless! They didn't hesitate for a second. The moment they learned Qin Ming's location, they sent a grandmaster pouncing straight for him!"
"Did they discover it themselves, or did someone on our side leak it?"
Instantly, those close to Qin Ming attempted to transmit messages via dharma conches.
"That region... is shielded! The transmission won't go through!"
"The attacking grandmaster is carrying a wondrous treasure!"
Urgent transmissions flew between adjacent areas as allies coordinated relief efforts. Pei Shuyan enlisted a grandmaster from their Immortal Path, Yao Ruoxian hurried over with experts of the Dayu imperial family, and Cheng Sheng and Zhao Qingcheng brought out grandmasters from the Esoteric Sect.
As for the old grandmasters of the New Path, they were already racing down the road.
"Hurry, save Qin Ming!"
The entire region erupted into chaos as experts from all directions charged into the fray.
Chapter 545