Xie Zian had not been the one to set up the restrictive formation around the Xie Clan's ancestral land. Rather, a Loose Immortal had done it on a whim.0

The ancestral land didn't hold anything particularly valuable. It was simply the place where the Xie Clan returned every three hundred years to perform their ancestral rites and reminisce about their hardships.0

With just a few turns and steps, Fang Chen led Du Yunxu and the Day Walker Lieutenant through the formation.0

Before them, the view opened up. From outside, cultivators could only see an expanse of thick white mist, but within was already bustling, like a lively market square. Xie Clan cultivators from all over had gathered, chatting happily about their experiences and exchanging cultivation methods.0

The Day Walker Lieutenant could not help sighing inwardly. In the eyes of outside cultivators,...0