The mountains stretched endlessly before them, the verdant peaks as beautiful as ink, appearing and disappearing amidst the clouds like a fairyland. The Heaven and Earth Power in the surroundings was so rich and pure, soaking into them, naturally accelerating the flow of Qi several times over.
No wonder the Holy Court possesses such power; just residing in such a blessed land, one's cultivation can unknowingly enhance over time, and if one cultivates deliberately, it yields twice the result with half the effort.
It wasn't long before others arrived one after another.
"You must be the descendants of Anyun Country's Guardian of the Gods." At this moment, a middle-aged man with an arrogant expression approached, asking Han Yan and her companions.
