Ye Chen stumbled as he was unceremoniously dropped into a new location, the teleportation leaving him disoriented and nauseous. The world around him was vastly different from the familiar sights of the Starry Sky Sect. All he could see was dark, burnt trees, their gnarled branches clawing at the a dark-clouded sky. The ground beneath him was cold and unforgiving, a barren wasteland devoid of life.
Meanwhile, Aric, still disguised as Yu Haotian, sat in a secluded chamber within the Starry Sky Sect, a wicked smile playing on his lips. The tracking talisman he had given to the demonic cultivator was working perfectly, revealing Ye Chen's exact location. Aric's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he passed the information to the heads of the Tang, Shen, Wu, Qiao, and Han Families. Each of these families had a vendetta against Ye Chen, and they had long awaited an opportunity to rid the world of him.
