The towering Kunlun, like a Long Dragon, spans across the sky.
In front of this ancestral vein of the world, a Geyi Taoist quietly watched over the majestic Kunlun Mountains, his crystalline eyes seemingly containing infinite Heavenly Dao thoughts.
"Great Kunlun!" The Taoist slowly uttered these four words, as if they were the universal edict, causing tremors in all directions!
A dragon's roar echoed from beneath the mighty Kunlun, ascending straight to the heavens, as if paying homage to the four words spoken by the Taoist.
"Master, the Demon Clan and the Witch Clan are about to clash." A Qingyi Taoist, like a clear breeze, arrived by the side of the Geyi Taoist.
This Qingyi Taoist had a handsome appearance, giving off an impression that transcends worldly matters upon the first encounter. After reporting the matter, he stood respectfully beside the Geyi Taoist.
A hint of coldness flashed through the eyes of the Geyi Taoist: "Are they really about to clash?"
