East Sea, Three Immortal Islands.
Ever since that day, when a Quasi-Saint-level island-protecting grand formation shot into the sky, the entire Primordial World's gaze had converged upon this once utterly unremarkable stretch of sea.
Three Immortal Islands had completely become the talk of the world.
Outside the islands, there was long since none of the old tranquility.
As far as the eye could see, there was a dense sea of figures.
There were independent cultivators riding magic treasures, immortal light swirling around them; Demon Kings with monstrous aura soaring into the heavens, half of their true forms exposed; and even ancient old monsters who had clearly survived since primordial times. They had all cast aside their pride and obediently lined up in the distance.
The traffic was endless, and the gates were thronged.
No, even those words were no longer enough to describe the spectacle before them.
This was practically Myriad Immortals Come to Court!
A veteran Grand Unity Golden Immortal with white hair and beard gazed at the island shrouded in boundless immortal light and spiritual mist. Feeling the terrifying aura leaking from the edge of the formation, enough to make his primordial spirit tremble, he could not help but sigh in emotion.
"Good heavens, who could have imagined that Three Immortal Islands would become a holy land even livelier than Kunlun Mountain overnight?"
"Livelier is hardly the point!" A horned Demon King beside him lowered his voice, reverence filling his tone. "Haven't you heard? A few days ago, a Saint tested this island. And what happened? He couldn't even shake a single hair! That Quasi-Saint-level formation forcibly repelled the Saint's methods!"
The moment those words were spoken, a chorus of sharp breaths rang out around them.
"Hiss! It directly withstood a Saint? Is that true?"
"Absolutely true! My