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The rain seemed to pour down from above the Nine Heavens, forming distinct columns of water that descended upon the mortal world.
The Huashan Sword Sect was nestled within the mountain ranges of the Eastern Desolation, stretching across the border of the Great Yan Dynasty for tens of thousands of miles.
Columns of rain brought with them copious amounts of white fog.
The multitude of white fog, mingled with the bizarre Evil Aura around it, made it impossible to see the distant environment clearly or to discern any direction.
The Eastern Guardian King did not even know where he was.
But he was all too familiar with the Evil Aura that permeated the air.
Feeling this familiar Evil Aura, the Eastern Guardian King's eyes narrowed slightly, seemingly not wanting to attract Cheng Guang's attention, his movements careful not to be too conspicuous.
"This aura..."
