The man's every move seemed capable of shattering mountains and seas, his aura as powerful as a rainbow.
Moreover, the aura around him subtly erupted, and if one felt it carefully, they'd find him endlessly absorbing the power of the world.
He absorbed the power of the sun by day and the power of the moon by night.
He was also one of the Eighteen Lineages, the Saint Heir of the Sun Moon Sect, Wang Qianjun.
These three stood there, surrounded by disciples from various lineages, forming three small groups.
In a flash, seven lineages of the Eighteen Lineages had gathered, showing the enormous allure of the Pan Peach Tree.
However, on Wang Ya's side, the Plant Lineage was the most desolate, with only three people, attracting little attention.
Mo Ta of the Giant Mountain Sect spoke first, saying, "Everyone, the Earth Core Mother Thunder Pan Peach Tree has matured. Why don't we rely on our abilities?"
"Relying on our abilities is fine, but should we make a bet?
