Clang! Clang! Clang!
The once melodious bells now rang throughout Ming Abyss Holy Land like death warrants.
Having received the notice, all Ming Abyss cultivators flew toward Yanfu Mountain without regard for anything else.
Even Shangyou Immortal City beyond Ming Abyss had activated all its formations, ready to fight at any moment.
Within the Pill Saint Blessed Land.
The water mirrors displayed blurry scenes from every corner.
Evasive lights blanketed the sky, cultivators fell like rain.
All manner of Magic Treasures were brought forth without restraint, brimming with murderous intent.
Upon the earth, lifeless puppets marched forward coldly while colossal beasts nearly a thousand zhang tall roared and charged.
Luo Lingxi stared blankly at the scene, his young heart suffering a tremendous shock.
So this was the bizarre and fantastical Cultivation World?
Though he had grown up in Luo Tian Sect, Sima Hui Niang knew that her son would most likely be unable to cultivate in the future, so she had deliberately kept him from receiving such information.
Whenever outsiders came to visit, they generally landed their evasive lights below Skyscraper Cliff.
The places he usually visited were also bustling markets gathered with ordinary people.
Later, after leaving Skyscraper Cliff with Luo Chen, he saw quite a few cultivators riding clouds and mist, flying over mountains and seas along the way, but such sights had been relatively sparse.
Only at this moment!
The vast, magnificent sight of countless cultivators moving out together was deeply imprinted upon his heart.
If one could not cultivate, one had walked through this world in vain!
Suddenly!
He felt a sharp pain in his palm and instinctively raised his head toward the woman beside him.
"Sister Ruoli?"
Ye Ruoli abruptly released his hand, panting heavily. "Sorry, Lingxi. Your sister hurt you."
Luo Lingxi shook his