The night was cool as water.
It was like the tranquil world before a storm, completely silent, brewing the final tempest.
Countless giant mountains stood tall, densely packed like ancient behemoths slumbering in their sleep.
Clouds and fog enveloped everything, the thick mist resembling a sea of fog.
This was the location of the ancient Mountain and Sea Pavilion Sect.
Atop one of the giant mountains.
There was an exceedingly vast platform on the mountain summit.
Tens of thousands of cultivators were gathered in dense crowds.
Yet strangely, the eyes of these cultivators all seemed somewhat vacant.
As if they were no more than the walking dead.
Suddenly, at a certain moment.
Over a hundred streaks of luminescence flashed across the sky.
Following that, a sharp gleam flickered through the eyes of some cultivators on the platform, restoring clarity to their gaze.
It was as if souls had been injected into walking corpses, reviving them.
