High in the sky, a colossal purple-gold eagle was flying straight toward Zhang Wen.
Its enormous wings spread with regal grace, and every beat stirred massive gusts that swept the clouds apart in wide ripples. Violet and gold radiance flowed along its feathers like living currents of power.
Its eyes shone with a sharp golden light, as if they could see through everything.
The aura of Peak Half Emperor spread clearly, causing the surrounding air to warp slightly.
Yet what drew even more attention was the young woman standing on its back.
She stood calmly as if unaware of the raging winds. Her long white-silver robe drifted slowly, her jet-black hair streaming with the current. Her face was completely veiled, her eyes devoid of emotion.
Her cultivation at Peak Half Emperor was released without the slightest concealment.
Just standing there alone made the pressure in the surroundings grow heavier by another level.
At her waist hung the elder token of the Jade Pool Holy Land, a dark jade plate engraved with ancient characters glowing faintly, a symbol of authority known throughout the southern region of the Black Wind Continent.
On the other side of the sky,
a sharp tearing sound cut through the air.
A massive sword split through the rain at tremendous speed. Raindrops striking its edge were parted instantly, forming a clear path through the downpour as if the blade were cleaving the sky itself.
Three elderly men stood upon the sword.
Their long white robes fluttered gently. Their faces were etched with the marks of time, yet their gazes remained sharp and steady.
Their cultivation levels revealed two at Half Emperor Seventh Stage and one at Half Emperor Eighth Stage.
Their auras were as heavy as ancient mountains that had stood for tens of thousands of years. Simply standing still caused the power in the air to pause for a moment.
And it did not end there. Another part of the sky began to tremble.
A deep roar echoed from within the clouds.
A crimson fire dragon and a pure white dragon emerged through the curtain of rain with effortless ease.
Their long bodies moved with elegant fluidity. Crimson flames burned around the fire dragon, while cold white mist coiled around the white dragon.
Every movement sent vast waves of power spreading outward, tearing the surrounding clouds apart. Both radiated Peak Half Emperor auras.
And all of them were flying straight toward Zhang Wen.
The immense pressure layered upon itself until the entire sky felt unbearably heavy, as if the world were bracing for a colossal storm.
Spiritual energy churned violently in the air.
Amid all that pressure,
Zhang Wen looked ahead with a gaze filled with quiet curiosity. His eyes reflected every powerful figure without the slightest hint of fear before he formed a pitch-black mask to cover his entire face.
His white robe fluttered softly within the massive currents of power.
All the Half Emperor level experts arrived at the same point without prior arrangement, as if some unseen force had drawn them together to this very place.
The atmosphere fell into an eerie stillness.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
Only the faint, continuous sound of rain striking the clouds and the protective auras surrounding each person echoed softly.
The purple-gold eagle hovered motionless, its wings stretching for kilometers rising and falling slowly. The young woman on its back stood tall with quiet elegance, her sharp gaze fixed on Zhang Wen.
The giant sword halted midair, the three elderly men standing side by side with steady composure. Their robes fluttered lightly in the rain that could not touch them.
The red dragon and the white dragon hovered nearby, one radiating calm stillness while the other burned with barely restrained fury.
And at the center of the encirclement, Zhang Wen floated calmly in place.
All eyes were on him.
Some were wary, some curious, some hostile, and some carried unmistakable killing intent.
Zhang Wen looked at each of them in turn with quiet composure.
The strength of every faction appeared clearly in his eyes.
The weakest present was at Half Emperor Seventh Stage.
The strongest were at Peak Half Emperor.
Their fate luck levels were also visible to him. The lowest here was red, and the highest was gold.
As for Affinity, most were low, some even negative, with only the white dragon being in the negative range while the others ranged between five and thirty.
But the young woman standing atop the purple-gold eagle was different.
Zhang Wen stared at her with slight surprise. She felt both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.
[Name: Lin Taiji]
[Cultivation Level: Semi-Emperor, Peak Stage]
[Special Body: Heavenly Eyes (Level ???)]
[Luck: Gold]
[Affection: 80]
At the same time,
everyone silently assessed the situation, analyzing everything they saw.
Zhang Wen wore a spotless white robe that stood out sharply against the gray sky. His face was hidden behind a plain black mask, preventing anyone from seeing his true expression or gaze.
Everyone present could also sense Zhang Wen's power, because he made no effort to conceal his aura. It was Half Emperor Ninth Stage, and it seemed this man had already stepped one foot into the realm of the Great Emperor.
If they had arrived even a little later, he might truly have become a Great Emperor.
From this brief assessment alone, some felt their hearts tremble without realizing it.
Then the silence finally broke.
The deep voice of the red dragon sounded first.
"My apologies, fellow Daoist, for interrupting your cultivation. I happen to be searching for someone. His name is Ye Chen. He looks like this."
Spiritual energy condensed before the red dragon, forming a floating image of a young man with sharp features and resolute eyes, as vivid as if he were truly present.
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Zhang Wen looked at the image calmly, showing no visible change in expression.
Then he replied flatly,
"I've never seen him. But you should try asking the others first. I only arrived here not long ago."
The surrounding atmosphere instantly turned colder as the white dragon's voice rang out.
"Where is he right now? I'm giving you one chance. Tell me immediately!!"
But Zhang Wen did not answer. He simply shifted his gaze toward the others around the circle as if he had no interest in the question at all.
"And the rest of you? Do you have business with me as well?"
That indifference made the pressure in the air grow even more tense. Clouds around the white dragon began to swirl.
The young woman on the purple-gold eagle spoke, her voice calm and cold.
"I'm looking for a young woman. Her name is Ye Xin. Do you know her?!"
Zhang Wen shook his head, then turned to look at the three elderly men on the sword.
"And you?"
At that moment, the white dragon roared again, the sound echoing so powerfully that the rain stopped for an instant.
"Answer me, you human!"
Yet Zhang Wen remained completely unmoved.
One of the three elderly men cupped his hands slightly and spoke politely.
"I am also searching for someone. Her name is Mu Ling, the Holy Maiden of the Sword Mountain Sect. She carries the bloodline of the Mu family of Heavenly Sword City. Have you heard of her?"
Zhang Wen gave a small shake of his head before answering,
"I don't know any of the three you mentioned, though I have heard some of the names before. I haven't seen any of them. But why have the three of you come here instead of going straight to Heavenly Sword City?"
The elderly man replied with a thoughtful expression,
"I do not know either. It feels as if something has drawn us to this place. I'm not certain…"
That answer made several of them fall silent for a moment, because they felt the same way. It was as if fate or some unseen law had guided them here.
Zhang Wen smiled faintly beneath his mask. No one could see it, yet the atmosphere around him relaxed slightly in a strange way.
He lifted his head to look at the sky, already able to guess who had guided these people to him.
Suddenly,
BOOMMMMMM!
A massive wave of icy power burst from the white dragon's mouth and shot straight toward Zhang Wen in an instant.