Ancestor Dongming's speed was extremely fast, like a blazing azure stream of light. Within half an hour, his figure appeared above Phoenix Nest Mountain.
With just a glance, his expression changed.
On the mountain, the rolling spiritual mechanism was converging towards Phoenix Nest Mountain, completely different from what Yuhe Daoist described—where the grievances of heaven and earth transformed into a long river converging into the mountain; these were two completely different scenes.
Ancestor Dongming hesitated internally.
The scene below seemed like a cultivator of extremely profound magical power was undergoing a breakthrough.
His eyes wavered slightly, uncertain whether he should proceed to investigate.
Meanwhile, inside the Phoenix Nest, Bai Xianyin, who was waiting, suddenly stood up, frowning.
"Young master, something's not right. A formidable figure has arrived above!"
Zhang Jian raised his head.
