Soon enough, the immortals of Dusk Province answered the formation’s signal. When everyone was accounted for, Lin Yu wore a dark expression, Lin Xuan’s eyes belched fire, and Lu Yun’s expression was inscrutable.

“There’s only three hundred of you left?!” Lin Yu clenched his fists and ground his teeth. Though he’d asked the question aloud, it was more rhetorical than anything.

A thousand or so immortals had set out from Dusk Province. Among them, some possessed formations of heaven and earth, while others were void-ascended immortals.

Lin Yu and Lin Xuan had led a small group to occupy an altar after setting foot in the central world, but the rest had gone their separate ways to explore tombs and burial mounds, hunting for treasures and inheritances. However… only roughly three hundred had arrived in Lin...