Above the vast, surging ocean, clouds and mist churned like an immortal realm. A towering giant peak stood in the sea, rising into the clouds, with immortal birds wheeling around it.
At the mountaintop, golden light blazed for ten thousand zhang. It came from a huge golden mirror, rotating as it swept its radiance in every direction.
Beneath the golden mirror was a spacious, bright Daoist arena, its floor paved with white jade. More than ten thousand people sat in meditation there, and every one of them was of the Heaven and Earth Flying Immortal Realm.
The overwhelming majority had their eyes closed in cultivation, while a small number looked toward the very front, where a majestic figure sat cross-legged before the golden mirror. Even seated, he was a hundred zhang tall.
God of the Human World!
He wore a black Daoist robe and held Fu Chen in his hand. His half-white long hair was bound behind his head with jade hairpins, and his face was weathered, as if tempered by the grinding of the years. Merely sitting there in meditation, he exuded a vast, boundless aura of Daoist arts.
"Divine Lord, now that the world is in great chaos, when will we of the Divine Path descend the mountain to save it?"
An old man suddenly spoke and asked. As soon as these words came out, everyone opened their eyes and looked at the God of the Human World in unison.
Even Bai Ziya from Human World Peak opened his eyes and looked over.
They had entered the God of the Human World's service not only to pursue greater power, but also because they had ambitions of their own.
In their view, the Immortal Dynasty and the Sacred Court cared only about their own forces and had not placed