Ashflame City, the southern capital of Dark Orchid Empire.

The assembly of ten formations normally hidden in the void materialized in the airspace over the city. Not only that, but terrifying cracks snaked through their curtains of light. It was a clear sign that a lack of qi was causing the formations to crumble.

Luo Yulong, Sui Ge, Tie Shanhe, and some other soul projection cultivators shot into the sky, regarding the assembly with ugly expressions.

“Someone has dared touch the city’s spirit vein—there is no one in heaven or earth who will be able to save them!” snarled a stocky, dark-skinned cultivator at soul projection.

“No matter what, we need to stabilize the formations first. If they collapse, the city’s qi will immediately wash away.” Luo Yulong waved several tens of thousands of spirit stones out of his storage ring. They formed an enormous milky-white dragon that dove into the ground and returned a few hints of qi to the disintegrating...