As Xu Qing emerged from Immortal Cleaving Lake, powerful fluctuations rolled out from the border of western Devilbird territory, where the wartime teleportation portals had been set up. There were quite a few portals there, and they had been set up in a specific way to lead to various parts of the Revered Ancient mainland. During this wartime period, they were like the front door of the Devilbird holy land. Because of that, this area was normally kept under tight guard by certain organizations from the western Devilbirds.

At the moment, a group of over a hundred cultivators from the seventeenth Imperial Sovereign mountain were respectfully waiting at the seventeenth teleportation portal.

In the lead position was a young boy clad in a daoist robe. Remaining completely silent, he stood there looking at the seventeenth portal and the fluctuations rolling out from it. Rumbling sounds echoed out as the aura of a teleportation grew stronger. Scintillating light shone everywhere as a burly figure took shape. Even as a mere outline, this figure pulsed with a fiendish and bloody aura that caused everyone present to shiver. The faint odor of blood and gore filled the area.

After a moment, the light faded away, and the figure became clear. Astonishingly, a young man stood there, clad in a pitch-black suit of battle armor. His face had two horrendous scars on it that formed the shape of a cross. The way the flesh was bunched up around the scars was appalling.

One might think the scars would make this young man seem simply ugly. But the reality was that there was something unique about his facial features that made him seem somber and desolate. It created quite a contrast with his bright red hair, and it also made it seem like he was the source of the reek of blood that filled the area. His armor bore the evidence of combat, making it clear that he was a veteran of many, many battles.