In the clear azure sky, streaks of flowing light like shuttles tore through the heavens in an instant.
Three thousand Immortals emerged from the North Continent, shaking the very earth and sky!
Amidst the deathly still Great Marsh, a white-robed monk sat barefoot and cross-legged on the gnarled tree standing in the water. His white and pristine hands slowly rubbed Buddha Beads, seemingly calm, yet his thumb exerted slight force, leaving a mark on the bead's surface.
He lifted his head, the flowing light reflected in his deep eyes.
The Three Immortals Sect hadn't displayed such a grand formation in years, pouring out like locusts towards the other continents, exuding a greedy fierceness, as if they intended to scrape a layer off the land of other continents.
Clearly, just the North Continent was no longer enough to satisfy the appetite of these Immortals.
They were eager to make a move on those places sheltered by the Buddha Light from Sumeru Mountain.
