At this moment, ten miles away from the temple, atop a mountain peak.
On the mountain peak, shrouded in a layer of leaden dark clouds, there appeared shadowy figures, emitting a chilling and eerie aura.
At the forefront of these shadowy figures stood a tall figure wearing a black fog mask, none other than Dao Yi True Immortal.
From within these dark clouds, emitted strands of extremely terrifying waves; the hidden formations within this cloud were likely enough to sweep the entire Divine Palace ruins. Yet despite this, they had no intention of moving, instead remaining atop the mountain peak as if waiting for something.
At this time, in the sky ahead, suddenly a mass of black fog approached from afar, appearing before the many shadowy figures.
"It has arrived."
Dao Yi True Immortal's tightly shut eyes suddenly opened, revealing a smile on his lips. With a flip of his hand, a black soul box appeared in his hands.
