Above the eight desolates, streams of light fell.
Many ancient cities appeared to welcome these streams of light.
Not only the Yao clan, but also the Cangjie clan, the ye clan, the Tang Clan, and so on.
In the beihuang region, a beam of light also landed. The undying celestial light faded away, revealing an old man in his 60S. He was wearing a dark yellow robe with patterns of the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers.
These patterns could move. Every star, sun, and moon would slowly move. The rivers between the mountains and rivers would also flow. It was very magical.
"This broken place is really a place where even birds don't shit!"
He looked around and couldn't help but curse.
Compared to the Holy region, the immortal Qi here was too thin.
In such an environment, it was impossible to produce high-grade spiritual essence.
He did not find anything that caught his eye.
