The valley wasn’t very big, and was filled with the fluctuations of teleportation. There were over a hundred Second Peak disciples, most of them disassembling pill furnaces and other magical devices that Xu Qing didn’t recognize. Behind them was a mid-sized teleportation portal. Next to the portal were a handful of Fifth Peak disciples in green daoist robes, attempting to make adjustments to the formation. Every so often, the portal would emit fluctuations and glitter with light, then go dark.

There was fighting at the entrance of the valley. About thirty cultivators from various peaks were engaged in fierce combat with a swarm of Seazombies. The ground beneath their feet was littered with corpses, severed limbs, and the like. It was a shocking and ghastly sight. The fighting was primarily between Foundation Establishment cultivators, and the shockwaves from the combat rolled out far in all directions.

Meanwhile, further in the distance were two cultivators who surpassed the others. Shockingly, they were both in the profound radiance state.

The Seazombie had been an old human man in life. He wore an extremely tattered gray robe, the extraordinary fluctuation of...