Profound Spirit Continent, Mystic Light Island.
Liu Qingyun sat cross-legged near the Flying Spirit Platform, forming hand seals with both hands. His eyes were tightly shut, and his entire body was enveloped in a dazzling spiritual light.
After a while, the Flying Spirit Platform began to shake violently, as though an earthquake had struck.
A dazzling Blue Light Pillar shot into the sky. Before it could fly very far, a water-blue light screen appeared out of thin air and blocked it.
Liu Qingyun seemed to sense something. The spiritual light around his body faded, and he opened his eyes.
"Someone else has ascended!"
Liu Qingyun was both surprised and delighted. Guarding the Flying Spirit Platform had originally been an easy assignment, mainly because it gave him plenty of time to cultivate. Yet within ten thousand years, several people had ascended from the Lower Realm.
Whenever a Lower Realm cultivator ascended to this Flying Spirit Platform, it was counted as Liu Qingyun's achievement.
He hurriedly sent a message to the Elder guarding Mystic Light Island, then turned his gaze toward the Flying Spirit Platform.
A blue-robed youth with firm, resolute features stood atop the Flying Spirit Platform. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with bright, piercing eyes.
Wang Zonglang had painstakingly cultivated for many years and had finally reached the Spirit Transformation Mid-Stage. With the help of the Flying Spirit Formation, he had successfully ascended to the Mystic Sun World.
Tracing his roots back, Wang Zonglang was a descendant of Wang Changhao.
"I am Wang Zonglang. Grand Vast True Person is my ancestor. How may I address you, fellow Daoist?"
Wang Zonglang bowed politely to Liu Qingyun and spoke courteously.
"Grand Vast True Person! Are you a clansman of Junior Brother Wang?"
A gentle male voice suddenly rang out.
An imposing old