At sunrise.
The fog of Divine Temple Mountain gradually dispersed.
Li Qingsui rode Uncle Gao's car to the foot of the mountain. Usually busy with affairs, she hadn't been to Divine Temple Mountain for a long time, and this time upon her return, she felt deeply moved.
The formerly gloomy Black Mountain now revealed its sacred peak.
Disaster Realm, Mystic Realm—just a word difference.
For the Li Family, the previous "Divine Temple" was genuinely a Disaster Realm—for so many years, only those Protectors with a great vow, who dedicated their lives to the Prayer Technique, could survive in this harsh environment.
And now, there is a touch of ethereal Immortal Realm.
All the way climbing the mountain and crossing streams, waterfalls rushing, the higher you go, the fresher the air and the more vibrant the life.
Refreshing and relaxing.
"Qing Sui, why are you here?"
Li Qingci, who was studying Ancient Text Diagrams at the mountaintop, came out of her state of contemplation.
