Cangmang Mountain Range, Divine Peak towering into the clouds, mountains overlapping, dense hot mist steaming into clouds, enveloping the void for tens of thousands of miles.
The Taixuan Holy Land had become much livelier compared to before, with many peaks now dotted with figures in red robes.
The newly issued disciples' uniforms were bright and fiery red, moving through the mountains like roaming stars. Under the brilliance of the sun, they reflected a resplendent glow like that of crimson agate.
These fresh forces undoubtedly injected a vibrant vitality into this land that had been dead for ten thousand years.
Atop the main peak, within the Crimson Crystal Grand Hall.
Geng Yiyang was sitting on the floor, his brow furrowed as he looked at the light screen not far in front of him.
The scenes returning from the Immortal Martial Battlefield did not bring him joy.
