Outside a barren hill in Liangzhou Province, Zuo Wujiang was hiding with a group of martial artists from the Divine Tao Alliance. Every now and again, a member of the Divine Tao Alliance would come and report the whereabouts of the Hero's Association to them.
Behind them, there was a man-made rift in the hill, exuding a cold, bone-chilling aura.
Wang Yu watched the tomb inside the mountain with interest. He suspected that White Impermanence, should he come, would be quite intrigued by whatever was inside there.
The ancient martial arts, although a bit dull, had indeed given way to many unique paths.
That era's martial artists possessed a boundless creativity, traversing realms that descendants dared not imagine.
Most importantly, some things were so unconventional they couldn't even be classified as martial arts anymore, but rather as an eerie secret technique.
