Although the Demon Alliance had surrounded much of Divine Origin City, the Dao Sect's prestige still kept the demonic beasts in check. Not once over the years had they dared launch an attack, so cultivators continued to enter and leave as they pleased. Under such circumstances, the arrival of another group would have passed unnoticed.

This group, however, was hard to ignore. Only a few dozen cultivators passed through the gates, and most of them were either Initiates or Adepts. The coral emblem embroidered on their robes made their identity clear at a glance. The stench of blood still clung to them, and although their faces had gone numb from all they had endured, the relief of having narrowly escaped disaster still lingered in their eyes.

Around them, the watching cultivators were talking through divine consciousness.

"Those are members of the Zhou family of the Coral Sea, aren't they?"

"Judging from their emblem, they are. Who would have thought they would be the last of the Myriad Immortal Society's three great families...