Outside the Mass Grave, in a secluded mountain forest.
A brilliant white light flashed, and over ten figures emerged one after another. They were entirely inconspicuous; at a glance, they seemed no different from mortals.
It was the group from the Profound Spirit Realm!
Their leader was a Celestial Immortal from the Profound Spirit Realm, the head of the Three Immortal Officials. His Daoist name was Minghua, and he was also a trusted confidant of the Profound Spirit Realm's Supreme Venerable.
Following behind him were three Earth Immortals and seven Human Immortals.
The Profound Spirit Realm was, after all, planning a hit-and-run, so they had only dispatched a third of their upper echelons. The rest remained behind to guard their home realm.
"How far are we from the Mass Grave?"
Before Minghua Celestial Immortal could finish his sentence, a Human Immortal stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Master, the position set by the inter-realm anchor is a thousand li away."
