The Zhong gang sect.
In the cold and gloomy Valley, the pitch-black Palace was like a giant beast, quietly crawling.
The two words "chao na" were embedded on the black plaque, reflecting thousands of cold rays of light against the rising sun.
The statue in front of the palace stood silently and gave off a vengeful aura.
In the depths of the palace, in a side hall.
Layers of formations were activated, and cloud banners were destroyed in the void.
Spiritual Qi gathered from all directions, turning into wisps of fog that rolled and lingered, looking like it was about to rain.
On the cloud Bed in the middle, li lieyue's eyes were closed. As he sat cross-legged, his hands were constantly making hand seals. The mana around his body surged and surged like a vast ocean, whistling without restraint.
After a while, she slowly retracted her aura. Another round of cultivation had ended.
