The divine power of resentment.

In the blink of an eye, ten days passed.

In Langye County of the glazed tile Empire.

This place was three counties away from the imperial capital. Due to the rugged terrain with many mountains, poisonous miasma, and insects, it had always been the last County in the Empire.

It was one of the 36 counties in the Empire.

As the land was vast and the population was sparse, most of the people lived in the few cities that led the county cities, and the cultivators who were in charge of the city rarely went out.

However, at this moment, in the clear blue sky, a few white clouds were floating freely. Suddenly, an invisible force cut open a trace.

High up in the sky, where mortals could hardly see, a Flaming Cloud ROC, covered in flickering runes, was carrying a black-robed cultivator on its back as it flew quickly.

This black-robed cultivator was about twenty years old and had an ordinary appearance. His brows were extremely calm and he was PEI Ling.