Published: September 9, 2025
Chapter 804: Entering the Valley
Upon hearing the words of the Ghost Spirit Sect leader, some cultivators were overjoyed, while others remained skeptical.
After all, few truly knew the detailed situation about Fallen Demon Valley.
“To put your minds at ease, I will send my son and Elder Zhong through first. Then, everyone else can proceed as you wish,” Wang Tiansheng said, waving to Wang Chan and Yan Ru Yan in the distance.
Wang Chan, wearing a silver mask, and Yan Ru Yan silently stepped from outside the magic formation to its center. An expressionless mid nascent soul elder followed closely.
Then, upon Wang Tiansheng’s command, the cultivators in the air simultaneously pointed their formation flags downward. From the tips, multicolored beams of light, as thick as an arm, shot out and struck various points of the formation.
Instantly, the entire magic formation hummed loudly as the spirit stones all around radiated brilliant light. Amidst the dazzling glow, the three figures suddenly vanished from the formation’s center.
Witnessing this, the nearby cultivators watching the scene stirred with excitement.
Wang Tiansheng paid no attention to others and had Wang Tiangu bring seven or eight foundation formation cultivators to be successively teleported away.
This time, the other cultivators understood clearly. Despite its vast size, this magic formation seemed able to transport only three people at a time. Thus, the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples had to go in batches.
Seeing the Ghost Spirit Sect eager to take the lead, other cultivators at the valley entrance naturally stirred with desire. However, these cultivators were all cunning and cautious, so none dared to rush forward. They hoped to let others test the waters first. After all, the Ghost Spirit Sect had a less than stellar reputation, and any mishap here could be a matter of life and death.
Han Li stood up on a dirt mound, showing no intention of going down.
Wang Tiansheng sneered coldly at this, folding his hands behind his back to look up at the sky, remaining motionless in midair.
The atmosphere at the valley entrance became subtly tense and silent.
Amid this awkward silence, the Mulan people made their move.
A dozen or so Mulan spellmasters, led by a scholar surnamed Zhong and a woman surnamed Le, quietly approached the massive magic formation.
A flicker of black energy flashed across Wang Tiansheng’s face, but he quickly regained his composure.
Beside him, Wei Wuya, who had been silently staring at the sky, slowly lowered his head and calmly glanced at the approaching scholar.
The scholar said nothing. Before the group could enter the formation, he flicked his sleeve, and a dozen azure beams surged out from it, shooting upward into the sky.
Wang Tiansheng expressionlessly beckoned to the azure beams, and their radiance condensed into a dozen command tokens that fell into his hand.
“Not bad. The number is just right. Fellow cultivators, please proceed,” Wang Tiansheng said slowly. Although he had never participated in a border battle, he had been informed of the scholar Zhong’s identity, so he exhaled softly before speaking.
Scholar Zhong nodded, and the spellmasters behind him flickered and all stepped into the magic formation.
Immediately, the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators in the air cast spells, and the Mulan people were teleported away in groups of three.
“This teleportation formation’s locations are random, aren’t they? If so, your disciples should avoid running into ours,” the scholar said casually as he entered the formation, glancing at Wei Wuya.
“Where in the world is such a coincidence! If that were true, then it can only be fate,” the middle-aged cultivator faced with the Mulan divine master showed little fear on his face.
“Fate? Heh, if so, then so be it,” the scholar Zhong sneered before disappearing along with two companions in a flash of white light.
Hearing this final remark, Wang Tiansheng stared at the now empty magic formation, a chill creeping over his lips.