Longsu Province, Danxia Temple Colonnades, night.

There were several hundred cultivators, all at Foundation Establishment. Middle Foundation Establishment was considered a low cultivation, and late Foundation Establishment was even more common all around. The Great Circle cultivators were said to be as few as thirty or forty, and there were shockingly eight half-step Core Formation in the line up.

Everyone’s complexions were solemn. Each person was quietly meditating on the ground, but the mere cold sweat on their foreheads informed everyone that they weren’t meditating so simply.

In the sky, faintly indiscernible violet runes made up a great formation that was tens of kilometers in radius. The final destination of each talisman was shockingly each sitting cultivator!

Above the layers of black clouds above, there was a tremendous imperial palace, seemingly like a city floating in the air. It was a gigantic turtle puppet, and its four feet were surrounded by prismatic clouds. A huge palace hall was situated on its back. It was akin to a tremendous beast in the night.

Daomaster Ancientpine’s Core Formation imperial palace!

Suddenly, the complexion of a late Foundation Establishment cultivator became increasingly hideous and the cold sweat on his forehead more and more plentiful. All of a sudden, the qi outside his body berserked, and the surrounding people immediately opened their eyes. Their...