"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
At the Gate to the Holy Realm, one figure after another shot forth continuously.
It was none other than Feng Wuchen and his group.
The Gate to the Holy Realm had been quiet for hundreds of years. If someone were nearby, they would certainly be shocked by the sight before them.
More than a hundred people emerging simultaneously from the Holy Realm's gate signifies their mass ascension!
The Holy Realm had existed for so many years, yet such a stunning scene had never been witnessed before.
"Wow, is this the Holy Realm? It's so beautiful, the nature's spiritual energy is so rich!" Miao Qingqing and Lan Yue were captivated by the Holy Realm.
Looking out, a vast expanse of mountains pierced the clouds, and in the distance, one could see majestic and imposing palaces.
Under the forest canopy, flowers bloomed in abundance, while holy beasts and birds frolicked among the trees.
