The outside world.
At the peak of the Ancestral Witch Mountains.
The Twelve Dutian Gods and Demons Formation covered the sky and obscured the earth, with infinite and boundless murderous aura filling the air. Twelve black banners swayed, touching the heavenly vault, as the ancient and desolate chants of the Witch Clan echoed between heaven and earth.
Ye Xuan stood within the Twelve Dutian Gods and Demons Formation, fully capable of sensing the terror of this formation. The mere murderous aura swirling around him was enough to annihilate the Primordial Spirit of a Daluo Golden Immortal, and even a Quasi-Saint would perish and be obliterated within it.
Yet, Ye Xuan remained unafraid. He calmly stood within this absolute formation, completely ignoring the immense power emanating from the Twelve Dutian Gods and Demons Formation.
