The Kunlun Mountain Secret Realm.
Inky clouds pressed down, making the mountain ridges bow, while eerie, violet-blue lightning roiled between heaven and earth.
The Cultivators, who had been fighting fiercely all across the Secret Realm for Ancient Magical Treasures and inheritances, suddenly felt a premonition and all looked toward the realm's depths.
A black-blue mist, thick with the stench of ten thousand years of decay, surged forth as if from the Nine Nether Abyss, drifting over from the Imperial City Ruins within the Secret Realm.
The Cultivators closest to the mist had no time to flee before they were instantly swallowed by the black-blue miasma.
That Cultivator opened his eyes and saw a scene straight out of a parade of a hundred ghosts.
Tens of thousands of Undead cavalry shattered the void, their decaying Bronze Battle Armor revealing the ghastly white bones beneath.
