Outside Pot Valley, immense pressure roiled, and the skies seemed to shift.
The Wuji Holy Sect and the Yellow Springs Netherworld, two behemoths that had dominated the Northwest Cultivation Realm for years, were now at daggers drawn.
From the ranks of the Yellow Springs Netherworld, a Foundation Establishment Master, his features obscured by the dense Ghost Qi roiling around him, stepped forward. His voice, like Nine Nether Ice and filled with suppressed fury, echoed through the valley:
"Wuji Holy Sect!
You launched an unprovoked sneak attack on the Yin Ruins Shiyi Realm under my Yellow Springs Netherworld's jurisdiction, imprisoned my Disciples, and sealed our gateway. What is the meaning of this?
Do you truly wish to provoke a war between our two Sects and turn the entire Northwest Land upside down?!
This is a Secret Realm of my Yellow Springs Netherworld! Withdraw at once, or else..."
