Wei Yuan returned to Qingming, burdened with thoughts, and sensed a commotion in the western Boundary Domain. Many people were rushing toward Ding'an City, flying and running.
At this moment, the frontline outpost in the western Qingming Realm was unusually lively. The stationed soldiers were exceptionally excited, and the sentinel quickly donned his armor, exclaiming: "Quickly send word to the rear, the Witch Clan has arrived! Except for the messenger, everyone follow me to welcome Lord Tian Yu!"
Nearly a hundred Qingming Soldiers were fully equipped, had left the outpost early, and were lined up waiting.
In the distance appeared a convoy, banners covering the sun, moving grandly, bringing rolling dust, even making the ground tremble slightly. Emerging from the dust was a tower-like carriage, like a small mountain, with one hundred and eight hairy legs pounding the earth, like war drums, with extraordinary momentum.