The matter of ascending the throne

The Zhong gang sect.

The ocean of clouds was vast and the peaks of the outer sect loomed in the mist. There were people everywhere and from time to time, light would cut through the sky like lightning.

However, there were even more gloomy clouds of Yin corpses.

In the chaotic greenish-black clouds, there were many broken limbs mixed in, carrying the low-level cultivators and floating in the sea of clouds. Looking down from the sky, the cultivators on the yin corpse cloud were like ants, small but full of vitality.

Occasionally, the chirps of the spiritual birds could be heard in the ravine.

The bone feather Yin scale glimpsed in the clouds, stirred the fog, and then disappeared.