The night quietly had engulfed the Southern Continent.
As the Sword Peak Sect were readying themselves for the Secret Realm, Zhang Sang was alone, standing on the tallest peak of the Body Peak above the seemingly endless mountain range.
His divine sense permeated the whole of the mortal world—how he thought.
Nothing went past his eyes.
He witnessed disciples tending under the light of the moon; he visited ancient beasts sleeping in the woodlands and saw countless cities with life.
At once his eyes contracted.
The same black-robed man was seen again in the Yan Family’s ancestral hall.
He was approached by several elders of the Yan family who knelt down in reverence.
The Yan Patriarch whispered, “All is ready.
What has been done is done.
The man who was dressed in black and a robe nodded.
Zhang Sang frowned.
“Then, there really is a connection between the Yan Family and the Dark Clan.
His god-given antennae carried on.
In Hidden Cloud Sect, several elders secretly loaded crates with cultivation resources on flying ships.
Below the crates, however, lay a strange black crystal that released small amounts of dark Qi.
In the Central Plains, even farther away, two powerful families were exchanging messages in secret with black-robed figures.
“They’re humans…”
They willingly work for the Dark Clan.
A cold light came into Zhang Sang’s eyes.
With one thought he could destroy them.
But he withdrew his divine sense.
Weeds are “easy to cut.”
But if the roots are not exposed, they will simply regrow.
He decided to wait.
The system beeped at that time.
Ding!
Hidden Mission Activated.
Objective: To expose the Dark Clan infiltrator behind the Mortal World.
Mission Reward: ????
Zhang Sang gave a half smile.
Even the system appears to be in the hunt for a big fish.
A long way off, in a forgotten underground palace under the Central Plains, slowly, an ancient stone altar rose.
Out of the darkness came a pair of blood-red eyes.
“The seal…”
“…will soon break.”