Zhi Yan...

"Leave and remember three days before the opening of the Ancestors land you must amass two hundred Yin-Yang corpses and two thousand or more spirit realm cultivators alive. Failure will not be tolerated, I will personally kill you and refine all of your relatives into senseless puppets if you were to fail." Zhou Yi reminded as he coldly glanced at the four battered and bruised Yang realm cultivators.

The Yang realm experts had dull gazes, they barely managed to utter the word 'Yes' and took their leave.

Zhou Yi then turned his attention to his three disciples, he chuckled as his gaze landed on three spirit realm cultivators.

Su Yin and Su Yang were seated in a lotus position recovering their spiritual essence, for the entire time their gazes never shifted from Zhi Yan who soundlessly lay on the grass as he faced the vast azure blue sky.