Chapter 418 : The Rise of the Imperial Capital
One of the Primordial Sacred Ground's elders had gone to the Sacred City to handle some matters. About an hour later, with his task complete, he began making his way back to the sect.
The distance between the Sacred City and the Three Sacred Grounds was roughly equal—nothing more than a short trip for a Saint Realm cultivator.
However, as the elder neared the mountain range that housed the Sacred Ground, he began to feel an intense disturbance in the flow of true essence. The laws of heaven and earth were chaotic, and waves of blood-red light and murderous aura surged toward the skies.
"What's going on? Is someone attacking the sect?"
The elder quickened his pace. But the closer he got, the greater the sense of unease and fear that built up inside him.
The aura of blood and killing intent was far too dense. He had once witnessed the aftermath of a demonic cultivator massacre—and even that had not come close to what he felt now.
