Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, outside the mountain gate.
Silvermoon Supreme stood with his hands behind his back, a look of disdain on his face: "A dead tiger that can't transform dares to block me?"
On the ground, an injured white tiger crouched low, glaring fiercely at him and letting out deep growls.
The white tiger was originally living out its days in peace at the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion.
It spent its days eating and sleeping, waking up to drink, basking in the sun with nothing better to do, running around playfully in the surrounding areas, living a carefree and happy life.
Compared to the kill-or-be-killed days in the Ancient Wilderness Hunting Grounds against other Great Demons, it was like being in paradise.
But good times don't last long.
Ever since Senior Feng from Sanqing Mountain awoke to Divinity Transformation under the guidance of the Buddha's Buddha Beads by Jiang Fan, numerous late-stage Nascent Soul experts flocked to the Nine States.
