Time slowly trickled by, and gradually, scattered warriors arrived from various directions.
However, their numbers were small—they were likely warriors from smaller sects or families located far from here.
Upon arriving, they wisely set up camp in unoccupied spots. Those who knew each other naturally gathered together, planning to join forces within the Four Seasons Land for a major venture.
Only warriors of the Dao Source Realm could enter the Four Seasons Land. Warriors of the Void King Realm had no qualification whatsoever—they would only be seeking death if they went inside.
But this didn't mean the Four Seasons Land couldn't accommodate Emperor Venerate Realm powerhouses.
In truth, Emperor Venerate cultivators could enter, but each one who did would cause instability at the entrance. If more than three entered at once, the entrance would close entirely.
With only a handful of slots for Emperor Venerate cultivators, there was simply no way to distribute them fairly. So, at the Star God Palace's suggestion, Emperor Venerate Realm warriors were barred from entering the Four Seasons Land altogether, preventing the entrance from shutting prematurely.
This intelligence was something Yang Kai had learned from the jade slip Murong Xiaoxiao had given him.
As he recalled the information recorded in the jade slip, trying to commit it all to memory, he also strengthened his connection with the Million Sword.
Although this Emperor-grade treasure would ultimately have to be returned to the Qin family, it should prove quite useful within the Four Seasons Land.
"What do you think you're doing!"
Suddenly, an angry female cry pierced the air. At the same time, an immense burst of power erupted from a certain spot.
The woman who had just cried out immediately let out a startled gasp, groaning as though she had taken a heavy blow.
Yang Kai's eyes snapped open. Frowning, he looked toward the source of the sound.
He recognized the voice—it belonged to none other than Murong Xiaoxiao, the very person who had given him information about the Four Seasons Land.
He was greatly puzzled. Murong Xiaoxiao was an elite disciple of the Azure Sun Divine Temple with a cultivation far from low. Who would dare cause trouble for her in a place like this?
Looking over, he saw Murong Xiaoxiao biting her crimson lip, her gaze wary and furious as she glared in one direction. Beside her, another female disciple of the Azure Sun Divine Temple was supporting her, asking nervously, "Xiaoxiao, are you alright?"
Murong Xiaoxiao shook her head, signaling that she was fine.
But from her slightly disheveled aura, it was clear she had just gone through something dangerous.
The direction she was looking at was where a group of Dao Source Realm warriors had gathered. Among them, one man stood out as utterly bizarre.
He was male, but down the exact center of his body there seemed to be an invisible dividing line. The skin and even the hair on his left side was fiery red, while the right side was snow-white. The two radically different colors appearing simultaneously on a single person created a powerful visual impact, giving off completely contrasting feelings—the left side exuded masculine vigor, the right, feminine grace.
The object of Murong Xiaoxiao's furious glare was this very man.
And the hand he held high made it clear he was the one who had attacked her. A wisp of lingering power still clung to his fingertip.
A figure flashed past, stepping between Murong Xiaoxiao and the bizarre warrior.
It was Xia Sheng.
Strangely enough, though Xia Sheng's frame was not particularly imposing, standing there like a solid mountain he somehow gave off an incredibly dependable feeling.
Yang Kai frowned and rose to his feet, slowly walking over.
"Xiaoxiao, what happened?" Xia Sheng asked, his expression calm.
Murong Xiaoxiao replied, "I don't know either. This man suddenly attacked me out of nowhere!"
"Oh?" Xia Sheng's eyes narrowed, and he said coolly, "How interesting—someone actually has the audacity to bully a member of my Azure Sun Divine Temple. This won't be swept under the rug!"
As he spoke, an extremely dangerous glint shone in his eyes.
The bizarre-looking warrior across from them also directed his gaze at Xia Sheng. Their eyes met in midair, and it seemed as though sparks flew between them...
The atmosphere instantly turned razor-tense.
On the Azure Sun Divine Temple's side, as well as among the warriors gathered opposite them, expressions hardened as everyone secretly rallied their source energy.
It looked as though a massive fight was about to break out at any moment.
The commotion quickly drew the attention of the other warriors waiting in the area, like a stone tossed into a still lake. The ripples spread rapidly, and everyone turned to watch with curiosity.
"Xia Sheng?" The strange-looking warrior's lips curled upward into a sinister smile as he spoke, apparently recognizing the name—though this was the first time he had actually laid eyes on the man.
"Impermanence?" Xia Sheng raised an eyebrow.
Yang Kai frowned at the name. He had never heard of "Impermanence" before this. But judging from the expression on Xia Sheng's face—the look of someone facing a formidable enemy—it was clear this character was no easy opponent.