A Visit to Friends on Emerald Mist Continent

Qiankun Dao Sect.

An orthodox Xuanmen sect, a Pure Yang Sacred Land.

Even across the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds, it was a top-tier power of resounding fame.

Not every Great Thousand World had six Pure Yang Sacred Lands like the Shanhe World, or had nurtured more than thirty Pure Yang cultivators.

After all, across the entire chaotic cosmos, the Shanhe World's configuration was one of a kind.

In the Jiuzhou World, there were only three Pure Yang Sacred Lands, and the Qiankun Dao Sect was the strongest of them.

And a world like Jiuzhou was already among the finest Great Thousand Worlds in the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds, an immortal paradise yearned for by billions of living beings.

The Qiankun Dao Sect's territory covered nearly a third of the entire Jiuzhou World. Its scale was truly boundless.

No one from the Upper Three Realms who came out of such a colossus was easy to provoke, much less True Lord Qiyuan, the Pure Yang prospect Daoist Lord Qiantian had favored most in ten thousand years.

Compared with that young talent, supplied with the Qiankun Dao Sect's resources and nurtured by Daoist Lord Qiantian, True Lord Withered Vine had grown old.

The spirited True Lord Withered Vine whose name had once shaken the cosmos was long gone, like smoke on the wind. All that remained was an aged man with white hair and beard, stooped beneath the weight of years.

The old man lowered his gaze to the pipa in his arms. An uncertain light flickered in his clouded eyes. Had I really come to the Tianyuan World just to watch the excitement?

With an opportunity before me, did I still dare fight for it?

After pondering for a long time, the old man let out a long sigh. "Ah,