"Hiss."
The cultivators who understood this all sucked in a breath of cold air. They were shocked.
An existence that even the Immortals of the upper realm had to take the initiative to bow to show their goodwill. Just how high was his status?
The Myriad Treasure Convention ended.
As the cultivators left one after another.
The treasure light in the Danxia Holy Land gradually thinned and finally disappeared.
The next treasure meeting would be a thousand years later.
However, the cultivators who participated in the treasure meeting this time all felt as if a lifetime had passed.
They still wanted more.
First, there were bold cultivators asking for treasures, and then there was that mysterious painting scroll.
Scene after scene flashed through their minds like a flashing lantern.
Walking out of the Danxia Holy Land, they actually had a trance-like feeling of waking up from a dream.
