Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

At the Taiyi Upper Sect, in a secret chamber.

Above a stone platform, a milky-white mist had thickened by several degrees beyond its usual density, concealing the figure within it entirely.

Were it not for the occasional thread of Dao principle drifting from deep within that mist, one might almost mistake it for nothing but a motionless mass of dead cloud.

Yang Xuanyi was in seated meditation.

His divine sense had spread silently over the Taiyi Upper Sect's airspace above.

Although the Great Snow Mountain's Holy Lord had never descended the mountain, the movements of the Jinting Eight Divisions had grown increasingly frequent.

These were absolutely not decisions the Eight Divisions' Grand Lords could make on their own.

What put him on even greater alert was that the Primordial Spirit realm entity behind the Night Clan had still never appeared.

And now, the Ghost Witch Sect had also moved.