One month later.
In a forest thousands of miles away from the Changchun Sect, the thunderous boom of magical combat continued to echo like a series of fireworks and explosions, reverberating far and wide.
The hundreds of birds within the forest had long since fled in fright.
In the forest, four groups could be seen locked in intense battle.
In each group, two to three bushy-haired demonic beasts were cornered, subjected to the attacks of five or six cultivators, placed in the desperate situation of a trapped beast.
The roars of the beast mixed with the groans of the magic artifacts and spells could be heard from far away.
"Not bad at all..."
Chen Dengming, dressed in a light blue robe embroidered with evergreen vines, signifying the second level of the Foundation Establishment, floated in mid-air while closely watching over his disciples' battle formation. His Divine Change Saber floated beside him, enveloped in spiritual energy, ready to strike at any time.
