Almost half a month later.
The army of the Cultivators' Alliance finally neared the Misty Mountain.
The countless powerful beings accompanying them felt their morale surge as they drew closer to Misty Mountain, with an air of determination to wipe out the entire Wayless Sect in one fell stroke.
Their eagerness for battle was indescribable.
However, Qin Zimo, who sat on the Dragon Carriage, felt increasingly uneasy.
The closer he got to Misty Mountain, the stronger this feeling of unease became.
"Alliance Leader, what's wrong? You seem unhappy."
Someone beside the Dragon Carriage noticed Qin Zimo's unusual demeanor and couldn't help but ask aloud.
"It's nothing. I'm just a bit worried," Qin Zimo said, with a slight frown.
"Alliance Leader, there's nothing to worry about. With your Old Ancestor and the Immortal's Corpse by your side, being innately invincible, no matter how tyrannical the Wayless Sect is, they cannot stir any trouble," said the person obsequiously.
