Night was fast approaching. Heaven and earth were overcast.0

Dark, dense clouds gathered beneath the dome of the sky as if about to descend upon the city. It was an incredible sight.0

The streets of Yellow Cloud Immortal City were thoroughly lamplit, but the lamps weren’t enough to dispel the stifled, oppressive atmosphere lingering in the air.0

The city lord’s manor was thoroughly lamplit. City Lord Yue Wen was enjoying a banquet. 0

The other diners were all prominent, influential citizens of Yellow Cloud Immortal City. It was a full house, and everyone here was lofty and distinguished.0

Yue Wen was dressed in brocade. He had a willowy beard, and a huge grin on his face. 0

He was an older-generation Immortal Lord, and he’d presided over Yellow Cloud Immortal City for nine thousand years now. He was renowned for his resourcefulness and wisdom.2

“City Lord, did you hear about the destruction of the Church of All Spirits?” someone asked suddenly.0

Yue Wen nodded. “I only just learned of it today.”0

A rueful look appeared on his face. “Who could have imagined that Shen Mu didn’t die in the Abyss of Dark Fog after all, much less than he’d kill his way into the Buzhou Mountains and wipe out the Church of All Spirits?”0

Many...0