Morning.
A ray of sunlight began to appear from the east.
The night gradually faded.
At this moment, Mount Kunlun was covered in multicolored light. Many people were flying on their swords.
Immortal clouds revolved around the Kunlun mountain peaks, and immortal sounds resonated in the great hall, reverberating in all directions.
It was as if the Immortal Realm had descended, and the grand ceremony had begun.
Beams of light appeared in the sky and headed towards the square of the Kunlun Main Hall.
They were the beams of light from the swords.
Jiang Lan changed his clothes and took a look at the grand scene.
He knew it had begun.
Today was the day of his wedding with Xiao Yu.
His heart was not calm.
Today, he couldn't enter a state of sudden enlightenment. If he did so, he was just escaping reality.
