The Bai Clan estate had barely begun to tighten its defenses in response to the assassination attempt… when another storm came knocking.
Boom!
Thunder cracked overhead.
But this wasn't a storm of nature—it was a storm of cultivation.
Dark clouds churned above the Bai Clan's ancestral grounds, drawn by an overwhelming surge of Qi.
And not just from one source.
Two colossal auras exploded across the sky like clashing titans—one red, one silver—ripping apart the clouds and pressing down on the earth like mountains.
Bai Tianheng's expression darkened as he turned toward the distant horizon.
"They're here," he said coldly.
From the far mountains, two monstrous warships came into view.
Not ordinary vessels—these were true warships, forged from spirit metals and ancient wood, powered by arrays and spiritual cores. Massive flying palaces wreathed in Qi.
Each was the size of a small fortress—carrying thousands of elite cultivators.
