The sky gradually became shrouded in thick dark clouds, and a humid sensation filled the air.
The sunset by the sea was particularly grand at dusk, with the blazing twilight intersecting with the dim gray across the sky and earth. The wind began to gust fiercely, rustling the leaves, and making the clothes flutter; everything around served as a reminder of the impending storm.
Twenty-seven cultivators of varying appearances stood orderly at the front of the formation, awaiting any movement from within the deep pit.
In the front row stood eight individuals, each a leader from forces comparable in strength to the young Saint Heir.
It's worth noting that You Su, merely a cultivator from the Condensed Water Lower Realm, was also among them. Although he stood at the edge of the group, his position clearly surpassed that of the Condensed Water Upper Realm cultivators behind him.
