"What is this…"0

The twelve Buddhist cultivators, each with a different expression, cautiously landed, reforming the massive golden formation that spanned the great river. The faces of males and female alike glittered with golden powder, but they were all filled with suspicion and uncertainty.0

All the cultivators craned their necks as they searched the sky. They came from diverse backgrounds; some were peak masters of Azure Pond Peak, some from southern clans, some had gained fame at a young age, and some were seasoned veterans. But everyone was watching intently.0

"Could he be dead… could he really be dead…?"0

Below, a middle-aged man in splendid robes wore a solemn expression. He was none other than Yuan Hudu, head of the Yuan Family, who had once been struck by an arrow. His face remained calm, but inside he was more...0