At Heavenly Position Academy, atop Saint King Peak, Fang Qing's mountain had been given a name.
It was called Saint King Peak.
This mountain was towering and vast, shrouded in clouds and mist. Palaces and pavilions had been built along its slopes, with upturned eaves and intricate brackets, presenting a grand and magnificent sight.
On the summit plaza, several hundred disciples were practicing formations. Their auras were linked, and their momentum was extraordinary.
Many young female disciples were also present. Some stood at distant pavilions, gazing toward the main hall, while others wandered nearby on one pretext or another. Their glances all drifted toward the most majestic building of all—the Saint King Hall.
After Fang Qing, this peerless genius, rose to prominence, Heavenly Position Academy naturally underwent many changes.
In particular, not only was his strength unrivaled among his generation, but his appearance and bearing were also unmatched. If they could win his favor, even a fleeting romantic encounter would be enough to make countless female disciples' hearts race.
Inside the hall, Fang Qing sat cross-legged atop a Five Elements Jade Platform. The phantom of a Five-Colored Dao Wheel slowly revolved around him. His aura was as harmonious as the Dao itself, unfathomable and profound. His Eighth Life Seizing cultivation level had completely stabilized, and he was advancing toward an even higher realm.
Suddenly, a hint of a smile flashed through his eyes.
"My cousin has arrived."
The doors of the hall opened on their own without wind. A travel-worn yet razor-sharp figure strode inside. It was Yang Qi.
His black clothes were slightly damaged and stained with traces of lingering Death Qi and Blood Fiend, yet he was full of vigor. His eyes shone like lightning, his blood and qi surged like tidal waves, and the faint sounds of