In the skies above the Dao Arena, the invisible column of air faded away. The thick layers of clouds covered the light, and wind and snow roared and raced in the darkness once more. Within the pitch black dark where one couldn’t even see their fingers, only that giant tablet above the Dao Arena which sprinkled down its seven-colored light served as a beacon of radiance.

Behind a row of trees covered with a thick layer of snow, Kang Mingqiao walked out. His footsteps fell deep into the snow, making subtle sounds that spread in the darkness, as if they were some kind of reminder. He sighed and said, “I have no idea what sort of enmity exists between the Immortal Sect and fellow daoist Qin Yu, but as long as he stays within the Dao Arena, I cannot allow him to be harmed. I ask that Great Elder Purple Moon doesn’t make things awkward for me.”

Within the darkness, a figure appeared. Below the light her beautiful appearance was revealed. She was the female cultivator from the Immortal Sect, the one named...