In no time, he arrived at a valley a hundred miles outside Misty Rain Peak. Grant Benson descended from the clouds. He knew that Colin Foster, that old undying one, was not easy to deal with, so he was extremely cautious. A hundred miles out, he stopped flying and instead skimmed along the treetops. Though this was slower, it made him less likely to be discovered. Grant Benson silently arrived at the foot of Misty Rain Peak. Looking up, he thought, as expected of the tallest peak in the Myriad Fathoms Mountains—towering into the clouds, the summit nowhere in sight. Grant Benson nodded to himself, thinking it was worth the trip.

Pressing his body close to the ground, he floated up the mountain like a boat gliding on water, swiftly “drifting” upward. Reaching halfway up, he knew this must be the area where that old undying Colin Foster had set up his qi barrier. A qi barrier is a kind of formation set up by a highly skilled cultivator using their true essence; if anyone enters, they are immediately detected. But this was no trouble for Grant Benson. He concealed his own presence and walked up step by step. Having already entered the path of the ghostly body, he was nothing but a skeleton, devoid of any life force. The qi barrier, which detects the presence of others, was useless against him. Grant Benson climbed Misty Rain Peak step by step.

By this time, dawn had broken. Mists and clouds surged at the foot of Misty Rain Peak—a famous spectacle of the mountain. The clouds halfway up began to churn, and before the sun rose, the mist was illuminated by sunlight into a rosy red, rolling magnificently, vast and grand. Grant Benson looked back and saw the clouds beneath his feet; he had just climbed out of the range of the mid-mountain mists.

Looking back at such a beautiful scene, he couldn’t help but feel envious, thinking to himself: That old undying one, relying on the blessings of his ancestors, really managed to claim a good spot. Luckily I came today, or I would have missed this view.

The clouds beneath his feet gathered thicker and thicker, the surging sea of clouds making one suspect that a giant divine dragon was hidden within, churning and stirring the sea of clouds. As the sky brightened, the clouds gradually converged, and just as the sun was about to rise, the disciples of the Wu Wei Sword Sect, including the patriarch Colin Foster, showed no sign of activity, though they should have been up for morning practice. The clouds gathered into a vortex, which slowly began to spin, and astonishingly, a hole formed in the center!

Grant Benson’s jaw dropped, his upper and lower jaws nearly dislocating: Could it really be such a coincidence? The “Yunhua Cave” that righteous cultivators had climbed Misty Rain Peak countless times without ever encountering—he had stumbled upon it on his very first visit? If those self-righteous fellows found out, wouldn’t they be so furious they’d pound their chests and spit blood in frustration?

Yunhua Cave was not a real cave, but a vortex formed by the clouds halfway up Misty Rain Peak. The other end of the vortex led to an unknown secret realm, where one could obtain the supreme orthodox power that righteous cultivators dreamed of.

But Grant Benson couldn’t laugh now, because as the vortex formed, he gradually felt a growing suction force coming from Yunhua Cave! Sensing danger, he quickly turned to head down the mountain. He couldn’t use his Jade Seed power, or else Colin Foster would notice and implicate Bone Fortress City. So, just as he had climbed up, he slowly made his way down. How fast could a skeleton walk? Before he even reached the sea of clouds, the suction had already grown strong enough to pull him in. He could no longer care about anything else—his Jade Seed technique suddenly erupted, saving him from Yunhua Cave’s pull.

Just as he escaped, he found that the suction from Yunhua Cave suddenly increased. Even with his full power, he was no match for it. The number one demonic cultivator, the meritorious lord of Bone Fortress City, Grant Benson, was forcibly sucked away by the righteous land’s Yunhua Cave! Accompanied by Grant Benson’s hoarse horn-like cry, Yunhua Cave let out a thunderous boom. Three bolts of purple divine lightning struck from the sky, Yunhua Cave suddenly contracted, the sea of clouds dispersed, and the righteous land’s Yunhua Cave vanished without a trace...

On Misty Rain Peak, the patriarch Colin Foster suddenly turned his head. The little Daoist boy sitting beside him asked, “Grandmaster, is something wrong?” Colin Foster shook his head. “Nothing, nothing.” He felt very puzzled. Just now, he had clearly sensed a burst of demonic power, but before he could react to whose power it was, it had disappeared. How strange.

A clap of thunder sounded outside, and three bolts of lightning struck down. Everyone in the Wu Wei Sword Sect knew this was the heavenly sign of Yunhua Cave’s appearance. Instantly, they all pounded their chests and stamped their feet in regret. Even the half-immortal patriarch Colin Foster felt it was a great pity. If they knew that the number one demonic cultivator had fallen into Yunhua Cave, how would they feel?

As for Grant Benson, he was sucked into Yunhua Cave by a powerful force. Looking back, all he saw was darkness—nothing at all. Yunhua Cave had already closed. He flailed his limbs, trying to resist the force of Yunhua Cave, but inside, it was filled with irresistible power of heaven and earth, forcibly dragging him deeper and deeper. Who knows how long it lasted—Grant Benson felt his strength growing weaker and weaker, completely unable to resist Yunhua Cave’s power. In the end, he could only give up in defeat, letting that force pull him toward that unknown place.