Wuchen Wasteland.
At dawn.
Because of the overcast clouds in the sky, this wasteland had never seen the sun or moon.
On top of a broken cliff, dozens of cultivators gathered, including Ji Hantian, the Vice Sect Leader of the Supreme Sect. They looked towards the horizon, with worry etched on their faces.
"That female demon is simply too powerful. Without a Mystic Heart Realm cultivator, no matter how many of us join forces, it will be useless."
"There is no Mystic Heart Realm cultivator in our dynasty."
"Our sect once had one, but he left eight hundred years ago and has been hard to find."
"How many Mystic Heart Realm Great Cultivators stand behind the Ephemera Sect?"
"We have nowhere to go and cannot retreat!"
