Cloud Bamboo Mountain, above the hundred thousand Cloud Bamboo.
Yun Chen stood on the Immortal Sword, suspended in the air, watching the scenic back mountain being engulfed once more by the surging Desolate Mist from somewhere, and finally felt at ease.
The Immortal Sword transformed into a long rainbow, arriving at the front mountain in an instant.
At this moment, the originally lively and joyful scene of the Cloud Bamboo Dance Festival had turned somber; everyone had shed their festive attire for black clothing, all holding magical artifacts.
Yun Zhen was also dressed in black, holding the Cloud Pattern Star Spear, standing among the crowd.
Yun Chen stood on the Immortal Sword, hovering mid-air, and shouted down to the Cloud Bamboo people:
"Tribesmen, today may be the last Cloud Bamboo Dance Festival for Cloud Bamboo Mountain, but it will also be the last time Spirit Corpse Mountain invades others' homes!"
Ah!!!
