s declared, those low-level cultivators at Zhaotian Gate were dumbfounded. They were thousands of miles apart, their territories not adjacent to each other. Although they belonged to different faction...After a moment of silence, there was no response. Ying Wujī asked again. Still, there was no answer.

After several attempts, Ying Wuji even couldn't help but wonder if this sound-transmitting stone was actually useful.

As he was about to put it away, he glanced around furtively, like someone with a guilty conscience. He clutched the communication stone and whispered, "Blood dripping ancient"r sanctity to such a height. Under the surge of bloodline power, the Blood River's binding force shattered instantly. Lu Ye's waist-worn Pinyan Dao was already unsheathed, its blade flashing as it sl...