Blood-red clouds darkened the secret realm. While some were filled with anxiety, others eagerly awaited the unfolding events.
On a spiritually-rich mountain peak sat disciples of the True Path Sect, adorned in grayish-blue Daoist robes. A flag, showcasing the word 'Dao', fluttered above, radiating a mysterious power and a gentle scent of chrysanthemums, marking the territory as their domain.
The True Path Sect's leaders occupied the center while core and inner disciples surrounded them. Even the newest outer sect disciples eagerly ventured into the secret realm, lured by the versatility of spirit stones.
At the mountain's fringe, seemingly distanced from the rest, Zhang Youji perched on a hundred-meter-tall tree. Gazing at the blood-red cloud canopy, he mused, "Looks like Brother Qin has arrived. Is he recreating the legendary one-man battle at the King Bone Holy Altar?"
