Xu Baoren's heart grew increasingly uneasy, feeling that someone was hidden in the shadows watching them.
"Cui Zhichen, it seems you have a bit of spirituality, able to sense that your time is near!"
"Your intuition is correct, this Nine Netherworld is your final resting place—"
A voice filled with murderous intent fell from the sky, echoing on the banks of the Netherworld.
The Guiyuan Sect disciples were taken aback.
Not far away on a dirt hill, heads were moving, and unbeknownst to them, a large number of cultivators had gathered, each wielding weapons, moving with strict order, with a discipline similar to that of an army.
Leading them was Liu Feng, dressed in a green robe.
"Liu Feng?"
Qian Qiren cursed: "Are you mad?"
"Qian Qiren, look again, who am I?!"
Chen Sansi raised his hand, casting a spell to remove the disguise technique, along with his attire, reverting to his original appearance in a white robe.
After a dozen years.
The familiar face appeared once more.
