The weather turns clear, with the winter sun hanging high.
In the central plains of Hebo Province, low hills undulate, with black barren trees covered in ice, showcasing a bleak scene.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, several figures sweep through the air and land instantly in the wilderness, among them Helian Boxiong, Elder Huayan, and others.
All the top figures of the Kaiyuan Sect have been dispatched, and even Zhu Sheng from far-off Quanzhou hastily arrives, riding the Thunder Sword.
Elder Huayan's face is flushed red, "Our Taoist Friend Puyang has already sent word; on Ziling Mountain, the Spirit Veins are almost gushing forth, likely capable of accommodating ten thousand disciples for cultivation!"
"It truly is an earth-shattering event!"
Helian Boxiong's lips tremble; usually stern and solemn, his voice now reveals a hint of hoarseness, "As expected of True Man Zhang, his actions are indeed beyond the reckoning of ordinary men."
"Indeed, indeed...hahaha..."
