Bell Spring Creek.
On an ordinary day, thunderclouds suddenly rolled in from the east.
A terrifying aura descended as countless dark clouds materialized to obscure the sky. The rumble of thunder and flashes of lightning were incessant.
Within the Yu Family Territory, Yu Feng'Er sat in the main hall's seat of honor.
Her face was etched with worry.
"My love..."
Meanwhile, dozens of streaks of light converged on the area. Some cultivators arrived using the Flying Technique, others rode on Spiritual Birds, and a few came in lavish Flying Vehicles. They all wore looks of shock and suspicion, their gazes fixed upon the Yu Family Territory.
"Could the Yu Family be about to produce a Golden Core Master?"
The Patriarch of a nearby clan saw the unmistakable celestial phenomenon of Core Formation and couldn't help but think, 'If the Yu Family becomes a Golden Core Clan, we'll have to live at their mercy from now on. I'd better start making plans.'
