Clang! Clang! Clang!
The once melodious chimes now resounded through every corner of the Mingyuan Sacred Land like a death sentence.
All Mingyuan cultivators, having received the notification, flew towards Yanfu Mountain without hesitation.
Even the Upper Nether City outside of Mingyuan had all its formations fully activated, ready to engage in battle at any moment.
Within the Elixir Saint's Blessed Land.
The reflections in the water mirrors displayed scenes from various places in a blurry manner.
Glints like clouds, cultivators like rain.
A variety of magic items were displayed without reservation, exuding an aura of slaughter.
On the ground, lifeless puppets marched coldly forward, and towering beasts nearly a thousand feet tall roared and charged.
Luo Lingxi stared blankly at this scene, his young heart deeply impacted.
Is this the bizarre Immortal Cultivation World?
