The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale light over the vast landscape of the mainland. The winds carried whispers of impending conflict, the tension in the air almost palpable. In the depths of a shadowy valley, Lin Yun sat cross-legged in a darkened chamber, his mind racing with schemes and plans. The devil sects had provided him with the resources he needed—artifacts of immense power, forbidden techniques, and a small army of deadly cultivators eager to tear apart anything in their path. But Lin Yun wasn't planning to rush into battle blindly. He knew that patience was key, that the right moment would be the one that guaranteed his victory over Wang Li.