East of Cloud Continent, Wan Jian House.
Autumn ... It was already winter.
The fog in the mountain increased again. Eighteen miles into the void from the Zhike Cliff was a majestic peak in the sea of clouds.
The sword wheels were all cultivators.
And in the deepest part of the rainbow spiritual light.
The woman who had slept for more than 200 years suddenly opened her eyes. She was awake. There was no earth-shattering phenomenon that would instantly let others know that she had woken up.
She was awake.
She stretched her enormous body, and her rustic-style checkered dress was bathed in dense spiritual energy. It had not been damaged even after two hundred years. It was obvious that it was not made of ordinary cloth.
The corners of the woman's lips curled into a sinister smile, revealing her jagged white teeth. She carried the knife case and left the forbidden area.
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"Demon Venerable…"
"The Demon Venerable has woken up."
