On Dushuo Mountain, under the vast Big Peach Wood, stood the [Dragon Tower Phoenix Pavilion].
In the mystical clouds filled with spirit mechanism, the pavilions and terraces were crafted with extraordinary skill, and the exotic flowers and plants bloomed eternally.
Every step brought a change of scenery, making it comparable to any Immortal Mountain or Blessed Land in the world.
This Yin land Jianyang Building, never open to outsiders and exclusively belonging to Wang Yuan and his wife, was filled with an uproar today, unlike its usual deathly silence and coldness.
"Slow down, slow down."
Like a lackey, Wang Xiaoyuan was carefully supporting his sister, who wore a fiery red robe and was dazzling beyond measure, as she ascended the steps.
Behind them, a group of blue-clad female ghosts from the "Wangren Town" of Beimang Mountain, who had achieved cultivation success, followed step by step.
