The Dao-Wielding Realm, First in Thunder Arts

"Yellow winds rise, sand fills the sky, ancient city and old palaces dissolve into smoke."

"Demonic qi rages, sword light sweeps free, mighty demons flee in terror to distant lands."

"A fine ancient city of yellow sand, a whole expanse of palaces and towers, reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye. Pavilions turned to ash, splendid halls became broken walls."

"Brother Yuanchen, what do you make of it?"

Amid the ruins of the Yellow Sand Royal Palace, a noble young man in a black crown and brocade robes wore a smile. Beneath the blazing sun, his black-and-gold brocade shimmered with rippling light. With sword-like brows, star-bright eyes, and handsome, resolute features, he stood straight and tall, his bearing all the more noble and extraordinary.

Opposite this noble young man, Jiang Sheng, wearing an azure crown and dark robes, slowly opened his eyes. "Lin Yunxuan, if you truly have nothing to do, why not go keep Princess Lingyin company?"

As he spoke, Jiang Sheng pointed toward Lingyin, the little princess of the Jilei Mountain Sacred Land, who was looking around the ruins nearby, picking through various things.

This noble young man was none other than Lin Fan, Lin Yunxuan, Penglai's thirteenth-generation True Disciple, who had returned from the Yaochi Sacred Land in the Kunlun World.

Only, the one who had now appeared in the Jurong World was not his earlier avatar, but Lin Fan's true body.

Had his true body not gone to the Kunlun World, Lin Fan could never have brought Lingyin back. Without coming in person, he would also have found the subsequent matters difficult to handle.

After all, the sect had entrusted the matter of the Autumn Rain Heavenly Garment to Lin Fan. There was nothing wrong with Jiang Sheng lending a hand and gathering some