Chu Manor stood high in the sky.
Like a blazing sun, it dispelled the darkness that had gathered over this Land of the Far North for two hundred years.
In these two hundred years, how long has it been since a strongman shone so brilliantly in the air?
Only those few cultivators unwilling to succumb bloomed briefly in the sky like summer flowers.
Yet, it was only just that.
Even though this Land of the Far North, known by its natives as the Long Sky Continent, is vast and full of talent.
No matter how much of a prodigy one might be, it is impossible to leap directly from Golden Core cultivation to wield the power of a Nascent Soul.
Without the power of a Nascent Soul, one cannot even lay eyes upon the Demon Lord.
Countless people gazed at the sky.
Cultivators from the chaotic lands.
Loose Cultivators from remote marketplaces.
Ordinary mortals busy with mundane life.
They looked to the sky, some greedily enjoying this moment of light.
