In the sky, it was clear and sunny, with clouds drifting leisurely. On the island, numerous low-level cultivators and mortals were busily occupied, a harmonious scene.
For how long this went on, no one knew.
From the horizon where sky met sea, a vast black cloud rolled in, swiftly arriving not far from the east side of White Mist Island.
As the black clouds halted, a large group of cloaked cultivators was revealed, their surging aura of slaughter shooting up to the sky, whipping the surrounding winds and clouds into chaos.
Leading them were three individuals—two elders and a young cultivator—each radiating a powerful presence, surrounded by blood mist that seemed almost tangible, striking fear into those who beheld them.
The young man was none other than Lu Qingshan.
Following these three were a horde of cultivators at the peak of Qi Refinement, a mass of them crowding the sea surface, their gaze shot through with murderous intent as they looked towards the island ahead.
