Chapter 415: Tianyou Stronghold
Tianyou Stronghold.
It was one of the two major strongholds controlled by the demonic sect, and it lay not far from Yinshan Stronghold, with a terrain that bore some resemblance. The difference was that Tianyou Stronghold had been built on an island in a marsh rather than upon an ancient tree.
Tianyou Stronghold had attracted countless immortal cultivators, especially under the unusual circumstances of the time, when many dared not leave its confines. Naturally, auctions of all sizes were plentiful.
In the southeast corner of Tianyou Stronghold, within a vast courtyard, the gate had been flung open. Two masked figures stood guard at its sides, while, from time to time, a figure clad in a black robe entered the courtyard.
Strangely, instead of proceeding to the rooms at the back, that figure walked toward an octagonal pavilion in the center of the courtyard.
The moment the figure stepped into the pavilion, it vanished without a trace.
Those with profound cultivation had been able, in that split second, to catch a glimpse of fine, threadlike silver light flickering within the pavilion—a fluctuation of a barrier—which revealed that the pavilion concealed an entirely different realm.
As deep night approached, fewer and fewer people entered the courtyard.
Just as the two guards were about to close the gate, a figure hurried toward the courtyard.
The newcomer was dressed in a black robe that concealed his face—an artifact capable of blocking spiritual consciousness. By the naked eye, one could not discern his gender, nor could anyone sense his level of cultivation.
The two guards exchanged a glance, and one stepped forward, raising his hand to stop the newcomer. "Daoist, please hold your step!"