Seven Star Mountain, seven peaks stretched continuously, standing tall in the kilometer-high void.
The entire Martial Divine Star Realm had entered autumn, but on Seven Star Mountain, it was spring all year round, with no snow ever falling.
In front of palace residences, a huge flying vehicle was parked in the square.
"Wind, inherently formless."
Li Yuan sat cross-legged at the forefront of the square, gazing at the horizon, feeling the fierce wind blowing between heaven and earth, and felt a sincere comfort in his heart.
A kilometer away, Lin Lanyue in a red robe, was holding a long sword, silently practicing her swordsmanship. With the changes in her sword movements, streaks of sword light, which even generated strands of flames, swept through the void.
This was the power of flames.
She was cultivating with all her heart.
Suddenly!
