C392 A hundred miles had been split in two, destiny had appeared!

Dead Valley. Silence.

The remaining forty-two cultivators looked nervous and apprehensive.

Yin Qun stood in a corner, the energy in his body surging outwards. In an instant, wind and clouds surged, and streams of spiritual light danced in the air like snakes, quickly flying into the bodies of the forty-two cultivators.

The art of fate!

Following the instructions that Su Ye had imparted to him