Very soon, a crowd of black-robed cultivators swiftly entered the dark disc ship, followed by Zhao Gujiu, Zhao Wannong, and others.
When Zhao Sheng and Yama Ancestor were the last to board, the dark disc ship, just like when it arrived, silently ascended into the night sky and vanished within moments.
As Zhao Sheng led the crowd onto the disc ship, deep within the Wanyou Mountain Range in the center of Hezhou, one floating island after another from the Spirit Palace stood tall above the mountains, all shrouded in dense spirit fog, appearing extraordinarily mysterious and ethereal.
This is the mountain gate residence of the overlord-level power of Hezhou, the Asking Dao Sect.
At this moment, in a valley surrounded by spirit clouds,
a gray-robed elder with disheveled hair, carefree and unrestrained, sat on the ground. His hands were holding a dusty turtle shell, shaking it up and down, muttering bizarre divination words that no one could understand.
Whoosh!
