At the spiritual conference, all cultivators' eyes were wide open, watching the scene before them. Their feelings were beyond words.
Just a moment ago, the Giant Clam Water God, powerful enough to bury the thousand cultivators present and the entire Qingping County City, was now slowly kneeling before the white-robed figure seeming like an immortal.
This scene has surpassed all cultivators' understanding.
If not for the magnificent veil of turquoise water—representing the confluence of countless rivers—still suspended high in the sky, fixating the reality of the scene before them, they would've begun doubting the authenticity of everything they were witnessing.
In Primal Chaos Tower, the pupils of the major sects' powerhouses shook violently.
Even though the powerhouses of the grotto heavens sacred ground had read numerous ancient books and experienced countless wonders, they had never witnessed such a sight in their lifetime.
