The scorching sun hung overhead, the dry wind sharp and stifling. Two days had passed since Luo Chen’s meeting at Icewave Palace.0

A massive flying boat loomed over the docking platform atop Danxia Peak. Cultivators from the Battle Hall filed aboard, their spirits high, eyes gleaming with anticipation. A great operation was about to unfold, and this time, the president himself would be leading them.0

At the height of their anticipation, Luo Chen stepped onto the deck with Wang Yuan and Min Longyu by his side.0

"Let’s move," he said calmly.0

Without delay, Min Longyu activated the supreme-grade Langqi Flying Boat. With a resonant hum, the vessel lifted into the air. Under the watchful gazes of Duan Feng, Murong Qinglian, and the others, it banked southeast and soared into the clouds.0

An hour later, the flying boat hovered above a sprawling gorge. Nestled between the sheer cliffs below, stone towers and pavilions clung to the canyon walls like precarious nests.0

At this moment, cultivators stood armed, glaring defiantly upward. A golden radiance shielded the valley like an impenetrable fortress wall.0

Luo Chen stood at the bow, hands clasped behind his back, eyes steady as he looked down.0

The Divine Craftsman Sect!0

So this was the real root of Zuo Song’s sudden "sense of justice." The Iron Sword Hall had no ties to the other sects that had been wiped out. But since his first days in Tianlan Immortal City, Luo Chen had known the Divine Craftsman Sect was backed by an early Foundation Establishment elder from the Iron Sword Hall. He didn’t know what terms had been used to sway Zuo Song into lobbying on their behalf, but their refusal to surrender and attempt to strike back so underhandedly had thoroughly enraged the Luo Tian Society.0

Today, it was time for an explanation to be given.0

Inside the gorge, within the most prominent white jade palace, Sect Master Fei Changqiu of Divine...0