Sixty years.
It had been sixty years since Xu Xuan last appeared.
In the Mirror Realm, six hundred years had passed.
At the border of the Winged People's Divine Nation,
Thousands of cultivators fought to the death; fleeing lights traveled hundreds of miles, sword qi spanned thousands of feet.
The clash of cultivators' Dharma Images affected the mortals below; in less than a day, a million people were dead or injured, and towering cities crumbled.
At that moment, all the cities emitted white light, converging in the sky to form a vast network, which then fused into the figure of a person with wings on their back.
"You old dogs of the Golden Sun Sect, come out and meet your death!!!"
Yu Luo roared to the heavens and charged into the crowd.
The peace that the Winged People's Divine Nation had long enjoyed began to fade, as they were drawn into wars with the surrounding powers.
