Qianyuan Empire, Divine Temple!
Sparkles flickered, like an aurora, casting a flow across the sky above the Divine Temple, turning this heaven and earth into a seven-colored radiance.
Three enormous shadows, each several hundred feet tall, gradually appeared in the void.
Heavenly beings have descended!
"Brother Zhang, the air here is truly filthy."
Three heavenly beings, two men and one woman.
Even as their figures were still forming, a dissatisfied female voice grumbled.
"Junior Sister Wu, you already disdain the air? Jin Zhao, that guy, stayed in this world for five thousand years."
"He's useless. If I had to stay in this trash place for five thousand years, I'd rather die!"
"Junior Sister Wu, don't talk nonsense, Jin Zhao is performing duties for the Holy Lands."
The three conversed casually, not like heavenly beings, but rather like senior and junior brothers and sisters from the Ancient Land Sect having a casual chat.
