People once praised Liao Changhong as the brightest talent of the Liao Clan's younger generation, a prodigy who had successfully restored many of their ancient spiritual arrays.0

However, all of that had come to a brutal end when Liu Wuxie had killed him in the Sacred Ground. It was a blow the Liao Clan had yet to recover from.0

They wouldn't take such a loss lying down.0

In the six months that followed, the Liao Clan launched multiple ambushes on the Liu Clan's caravans, inflicting devastating losses. Their desire for revenge was evident and unwavering.0

Now, with enemies on all sides, the Heavenly Dao Society's delegation stood in stark contrast at the center of the storm, drawing the attention of countless spectators. Yet, most of those onlookers watched from the sidelines, indifferent to the rising tension.0

"The Heavenly Dao Society? What kind of sect is that? Why haven't I heard of them before?" someone muttered.0

Even the upper echelons of the assembled factions murmured in confusion. In all their dealings across the Central Plains, none had ever encountered the name "Heavenly Dao Society"—at least, not until now.0

Titans filled the plaza: the Four Great Clans, the Profound Cloud...0