There was a boundless Deity Mist. The celestial mountain rose from the sea, showed up above the sea, and transformed into a Deity Island.
It was a giant Deity Island. With their bodies suspended over it, Ye Futian and others could feel the vast Worldly Spiritual Qi enveloping the celestial mountain, which they were breathing greedily.
They took a step forward one after another, ready to go onto the celestial mountain to find the relics of the Ancient Emperor.
"Hold up." A voice came, leaving them dumbstruck. They looked back at Xi Chiyao.
"Chiyao, now that the celestial mountain showed up, we should hurry up," said an old man.
"Everyone, stay at the periphery of the celestial mountain. Deploy the Raindrop Divine Matrix to isolate the mountain from the outside world," said Xi Chiyao. Her order puzzled the Practitioners from the West Imperial Palace. They all looked at her with confused faces.
