Just as Zhao Sheng accepted a new disciple and set off with his three apprentices on the road back to the Jinlan Spiritual Domain.
In the center of Lanhai, at the Beihai Daoist School, billions of miles away.
On the main peak of North Sea, surrounded by a thousand other peaks, a fire cloud lingered endlessly, mysterious rays of light shining through the clouds, dyeing half the sky red.
Large, fluffy snowflakes gently drifted down from the sky, the Taoist Academy was already wearing a cloak of white, snow-covered peaks, but for some unknown reason, the snowflakes melted into vapor before reaching the top of North Sea Peak, clouds and mist boiling and surging, shrouding the spirit peak.
This made the peak look like a piece of earthly Immortal Realm.
At this moment, deep in the mist on the mountain top, suddenly came a roar like that of both a tiger and a lion.
Roar!
The roar shook the sky, and countless flames fell from the clouds, instantly burning the entire mountain of mist.
