"Cyan Cloud Sword Leader..."
"Cyan Cloud Sword Leader..."
The call like traveling through time and space quietly echoed from the depths of the "Celestial Derivation Volume," gradually converging into an irresistible sound wave, eventually transforming into a surging tide of all beings, reverberating constantly.
"Purple Sky Immortal Island, Loose Cultivator Ancestor!"
"Teaching without distinction, treating all equally!"
"At the peak of Cliff Mountain, Cyan Cloud Sword Leader!"
"Under the Immortal Slaying Sword, speak not of Celestial Mandate!"
In the center of the cover of the Celestial Derivation Volume, a majestic mountain abruptly emerged, beneath it was the turbulent sea, at the summit of the mountain, a cyan robe back stands silently, holding a long sword, sitting in desolation, staring at the brilliant golden Great Sun.
Ning Xunqiu was stunned.
It took a long time before he came back to his senses from the call of "all beings."
999 points of Fortune?!
