Time flies.
In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.
During this half month.
Yang Luo and his companions stayed in the Ancient Immortal Burial Ground cultivating and gaining enlightenment.
Outside the Ancient Immortal Burial Ground.
On the outskirts of the Qian Ren Mountain Range.
Over a thousand ancient boats and tens of thousands of war chariots hovered in the sky, divided into two factions.
One faction consisted of people from the Gu Jin Ao Family, Gu Zhu Yan Family, Ancient White Chi Family, Ancient Suanni Lion Family, Wan Sheng Pavilion, and Flying Immortal Palace.
The other faction was comprised of people from the four Golden Crow branches, Fulong Immortal Sect, and Wuji Immortal Sect.
Moreover, the number of people on both sides was similar, both exceeding sixty thousand.
It was early morning at this moment.
Fen Shan, Du Shichang, and Wu Jiangxiong were drinking tea and chatting.
