On the riverbank.0

The demonic smoke on the northern bank was heavy and dark. Cultivators from all factions in the north gathered in small camps on the shore. The major forces each occupied a corner, their auras converging and flowing down the river with an imposing momentum.0

Even more northern rogue cultivators were visible further back. At a glance, the sky was full of fleeing lights, just waiting for the riverbank’s formation to break so they could flood into the south.0

The rolling demonic smoke halted at the river’s edge. A bright checkpoint hung suspended in the air. Gleaming white bricks that radiated grandeur were fitted tightly together. The city gate towered high, with two white pillars at its base carved with many runes and mysterious incantations.0

A brilliant light shimmered inside the city gate, as if aligned with a Bright Yang. The dazzling light radiated outwards, piercing the black smoke and forcing...0