「The next day.」
As dawn broke, a calm blanketed the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, both within and without.
The main gate stood as it always did, disciples came and went as usual, and morning mist swirled around the palace halls. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Yet beneath this placid surface, a dark tide surged, creating a suffocating silence like the one preceding a storm—waiting only for the first thunderclap to tear open the sky.
In a hidden valley several miles from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, shrouded by dense miasma and ancient trees, several figures in dark red Blood Robes hovered silently in mid-air. Formidable and chilling auras radiated from them, stirring the thin mist above.
These were all Mystic Realm elders of the Blood River Sect.
Despite losing men in Ning'an Prefecture, the Blood River Sect, backed by the Profound Yin Valley, still possessed a profound heritage.
