During the fierce battle at the tenth formation, a golden carriage drawn by eight terrifying exotic beasts slowly arrived at the foot of the mountain.
At this moment, many people were rushing to Fengshan Mountain, for the news had spread widely, and countless people wished to witness this grand event. Whether it was the establishment of the South Zhan Dao or the Northern Three Paths' attempt to thwart it, the fate of myriad cultivators hung in the balance. Some arrived early, while others came gradually, riding divine light, arriving either silently or with great fanfare. This carriage was not conspicuous, but the black flag on it, billowing with smoke and emitting an indescribable eerie aura, caught everyone's attention.
