Clouds obscure the sky, winds rustle softly, fury sweeps the pine waves across the valley.
The Songtao Mountain Range stretches endlessly, spanning three thousand miles.
It is the Dragon Raising Land of the Nascent Soul Family, the Feng Clan.
Countless towering pine trees stand within, and when the strong wind blows through, the pines roar like ocean waves.
On this day.
Amidst the thousands of pine forests, waves of sound rise again.
Upon closer listening, it is not the wind striking the pines, but a series of Glints rising and falling, soaring into the sky from between the mountains and forests.
A massive Cloud Boat hovers in the void, waiting silently.
Monts later, three figures appear together.
Over ten thousand cultivators unhesitatingly bow in respect to the three, to the one leading them.
"Greetings, Supre Elder!"
Feng Bu Yan stroked his beard, satisfied as he watched this scene.
"Friend Ning, Daoist Yang, how do you find my Feng family’s young n?"
An elderly man with a goatee nodded in admiration: "High morale, full of confidence, inherently proud. Brother Feng, you’ve managed the Feng Clan quite comndably!"
Feng Bu Yan laughed heartily, "The Great Dao Path is arduous, progress is difficult, so I can only focus my efforts on nurturing the younger generation."
As he spoke, he glanced at another bald man.
Clad in a white monk’s robe, although his figure was slender, his features were extrely handso.
If not for the scars on his head, he would be considered a rare beauty in this world.
At the mont, the other person lowered his eyelids, seemingly unmoved by the grand spectacle of over ten thousand cultivators riding the clouds, as if it could not arouse any interest in him.
Feng Bu Yan furrowed his brows, not seeking the other’s praise, and instead waved his hand grandly.
"Young n, depart!"
"Target, Wind and Thunder Gorge!"
With his command, the myriad sons of the Feng family responded in unison.
"Yes!"
The resounding voice pressed down the vast pine forests by a head.
The Cloud Boats quickly started, Glints following one another, swiftly approaching the not-too-distant Wind and Thunder Gorge.
On the largest Cloud Boat in the center, Feng Bu Yan was introducing the general situation of Wind and Thunder Gorge to the two invited allies.
"This place was originally the territory of my Feng family, but due to its treacherous terrain and lack of special resources, my clan didn’t bother to manage it much."
"About a few hundred years ago, so desperadoes hid there and gradually beca a force to reckon with."
"That Ming Lei brat is one of them."
"His realm isn’t high, just newly entered Nascent Soul. When the ti cos, the three of us together can capture him in an instant!"
Daoist Yang, stroking his goatee, asked puzzledly: "According to Brother Feng, a re Early Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, why do the three of us need to act together?"
Feng Bu Yan smiled: "Master Ming Lei is not formidable, but Wind and Thunder Gorge is overly rugged. Its unique terrain subtly resonates with Master Ming Lei, making fighting him inside prone to mishaps even if I am at the Nascent Soul Fourth Layer. Moreover..."
At this point, he showed a composed expression.
"Since this person ford his Nascent Soul, he reportedly traveled and t several powerful figures. He even attended an exchange hosted by the powerful figures of the Evil Mountain Stiff Alliance. The fear is that he might have brought along so troubleso characters, adding unpredictability to this trip."
Upon hearing the na "Evil Mountain Stiff Alliance," Daoist Yang couldn’t help but gasp.
"Isn’t that the one constantly at odds with the Gate of Life and Death, who has persistently provoked and gradually annexed many of its external territories over the years?"
Feng Bu Yan nodded, his expression grim.
"True, it seems Brother Yang is also aware of this mysterious force that suddenly rose within three hundred years!"
Daoist Yang’s expression slightly shifted: "How could I not know, rumored to have countless experts, just those like us at the Nascent Soul level, there are already dozens. Especially those, with peculiar temperants, when they act, it’s always kill with full force, truly hard to approach."
The Southern Border Practitioners have always been known for their peculiar temperants.
For soone as native as Daoist Yang to evaluate this way, it shows to what extent the experts within the Evil Mountain Stiff Alliance have beco abnormal.
The silent white-robed monk at this mont showed interest.
"As a monk who has been in this Southern Border for a while, I have not heard of the Evil Mountain Stiff Alliance. How significant do they have to be? The Gate of Life and Death is the only Divine Transformation Holy Land in the Southern Border, what reliance does the Evil Mountain Stiff Alliance have to dare provoke them continuously?"
Feng Bu Yan and Daoist Yang exchanged a glance, both spoke consecutively.
"As for what their reliance is, we have no idea either."
"But their deeds indeed have long surpassed the imagination of ordinary forces. You should know the South Ocean, also known as Gu Ocean, the cradle of many rare Gu Insects. Now, the three secure entrances to the South Ocean, one of which they have seized. It’s important to know that the three main entrances of the South Ocean have always been under the control of the Gate of Life and Death."
Upon hearing that an entrance to the South Ocean was seized by the Evil Mountain Stiff Alliance, the white-robed monk’s face showed so surprise.
While the three were chatting idly, the Feng Clan’s main force was getting closer to Wind and Thunder Gorge.
A distance of ten thousand miles is extrely long for a Lower Order Cultivator.
However, with nurous Cloud Boats operating, they arrived at the expansive plain outside Wind and Thunder Gorge in rely half a day’s ti.
Boom!
With a rumbling sound, the Cloud Boats descended onto the plain, kicking up a lot of dust.
Dozens of large drums were taken out, and as shirtless n struck them, they emitted sounds filled with fighting spirit.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The drums thundered, echoing into the treacherous Wind and Thunder Gorge.
Even Rogue Cultivators, deeply in Closed-Door Cultivation, were awakened at this mont.
Silently, shadows erged from their Cave Mansions, exchanging glances before each took out their Magic Items, guarding the perilous stronghold points around Wind and Thunder Gorge.
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