The rainy night made for a chilling atmosphere. The world seemed to be engulfed in a silky steel curtain.

Leaving behind deep footprints on the muddy ground, someone was hurrying through the night. In the front was an endless darkness, and one could only hear the sound of the cavalries and vehicles quickly moving ahead.

In the sky resounded a loud bird!

Feng Feiyun was standing on top of a peak as he watched wave after wave of cultivators come out from Violet Firmament Ancient City. They were the elites of the elite. Even the extreme masters were part of the groups.

“It seemed like the secrets of Jing Huan Mountain were spread to all of the city, and all of the big powers were alarmed.”

Violet Firmament Ancient City was the center of the Grand Southern Prefecture. The first rank powers, like the Feng Clan, numbered more than five and accounted for half of the entire Grand Southern Prefecture.

Once these forces were alerted, the entire prefecture would be in turmoil. There were no exceptions.

Feng Feiyun wore the Na Lan Buddhist Robe. One hand held the Buddhist Jade Bead while the...