Atop a high mountain, there was a palace that covered the entire mountaintop.

This was the number one Xuantian Monastery. The mountain range of tens of thousands of miles was enveloped by a spirit gathering formation to increase the density of the spiritual qi here.

At the central plaza, there were countless experts that had gathered. This plaza, which was a hundred miles wide, was filled with people.

However, not everyone here was from the monasteries. There were many experts from the various Righteous sects, all of whom were furious. Their killing intent was focused on the people who had been bound to a pillar at the heart of the plaza.

Cang Ming and Ling Yunzi had four large needles stabbing into their shoulders and legs. Runes flickered coldly from those needles.

Those were Heaven Locking Needles used for Xiantian experts. Their runes were designed to seal a person’s Xiantian power.

At this time, Cang Ming and Ling Yunzi were both bound to the pillar, their Xiantian power locked away, and yet, neither of them felt any fear. Instead, their expressions seemed to be of ridicule.

“Little Yun-zi, I really didn’t misjudge you. You’re a real man. But your...