The commotion was far too great, and the aura of the visitor was far too domineering. He didn't look like a friend of Misty Mountain who had come here to reminisce about the past.0

Misty Mountain activated its mountain-protection formation without hesitation, with the ancestral hall being the central control point of the large formation. The mountain was dark due to the heavy downpour, and there was also white mist rising and suffusing into the surroundings from the foot of the mountain, gradually shrouding the entire mountain from the inside to the outside. 0

However, as opposed to the outside, things on the mountain were as clear as day behind the veil of mist. Meanwhile, ordinary woodsmen and hunters would see nothing more than a curtain of hazy white when they looked at Misty Mountain. In fact, they couldn't even see the silhouette of the mountain.0

Not only was the mountain-protection formation activated, but several streaks of white light measuring dozens of meters in length shot out from the ancestral hall located at the peak of Misty Mountain as well, soaring through the wind and mist surrounding the mountain.0

They were prepared to fight at any moment.0

Many cultivators who wielded power in Misty Mountain had already left their abodes, gathering together at the ancestral hall. Deep down, they naturally hoped that this mighty and domineering sword immortal was a friend rather than a foe.0

The leader of Misty Mountain was Lü Yundai, and his direct disciple was Lü Tingjiao. Both of them were extremely renowned in the Colorful Garment Nation, the former because of his cultivation base and the latter because of his father.0

There were several dozen elderly cultivators,...0