The Immortal Island was ethereal, with white mist flowing down like drizzle.
The rising and falling mountains pushed away the miles of clouds, the morning sun spilling over thousands of miles, a glistening shimmer on the waves.
The Red Devil Roc, the Green Wave Gold Carp, the White Jade Qilin, the Subduing Demon Sword, the Liu Jinguang—all kinds of True Gang spirits gathered together, exuding dazzling might.
Zuo Hang, Xu Yuelong opened his eyes to look ahead, and a surge of waves suddenly arose.
A twenty-six-foot Azure Dragon coiled and grew, each dragon scale was emerald like jade; beneath the dragon's body, the Bai Liu rotated, sketching out a vague cloud of immortals, faintly revealing the heads of mountains, displaying their ponderous power.
True Gang gave birth to spirit aspects!
Xu Yuelong was astounded.
