A gray cloud floated up from the peak of a mountain with three shadows standing inside. It was drifting towards the north.

“Rumble!” After the three left, a great change happened at the Feng cemetery. The energy of death reversed back into the mountain and disappeared completely.

The nearby vicinity was a land of death but now, some signs of life began again.

Only the top of the mountain was still full of miasma and flowing blood on top of screeching crows.

Of course, Feiyun didn’t know all of these changes. They were already a thousand miles away.

The first clan master became young again with his transcending aura and kind expression like a loving senior. He stood above the clouds as his purple robe fluttered in the wind. An auspicious light gathered above his head.

A ray formed beneath the cloud as it soared...