“Did Chen Feng and the other two appear?” a cultivator who had only recently arrived asked inquisitively.

“No. Did you fellows see that? Just now, the elder from Nine Firmaments Palace attacked Pot Mountain, but was wounded by a stream of light instead,” said another loose cultivator.

“Wounded by a stream of light? Isn’t that the same thing going on with Driftcloud Immortal Mountain? In other words, Pot Mountain is also an immortal mountain?!”

“Impossible. Pot Mountain has existed for a long time. I have never heard of anything special about it.”

“This matter is not as simple as it seems. Let’s go check it out!”

Thus, a few loose cultivators flew towards Pot Mountain in threes and fives. However, they were quickly stopped by the core disciples from Nine Firmaments Palace.

“Hold it!” a core disciple from Nine Firmaments Palace moved forward and shouted.

Seeing the core disciple blocking their way, the loose cultivators stopped. At any rate, there were very few loose cultivators within the Northern Plains who would dare offend Nine Firmaments Palace.

“This place is not Nine Firmaments Palace’s territory, no?” Suddenly, a peculiar voice rang out. However, the voice was too fleeting and they were incapable of figuring out where the voice had come...