Moon Sacred Lake lay wreathed in thin mist, its blue divine lakes spreading in clusters. Cliffside carvings, lush green mountains, suspended palaces—every sight was wondrous beyond compare.
A group of Supernatural Practitioners awoke with a start. Were senior mighty figures watching over them? Had a Super True Saint stepped forward on their behalf?
Many people cried out with them, performing grand salutes in excitement and worshipping the deep sky.
Even Wang Xuan felt a little embarrassed. Some elderly men had white hair and beards, murky old tears in their eyes as they devoutly prepared to kneel to the ground.
Far away on Flower-Fruit Mountain, he acted across time and space, using gentle ripples to stop everyone. "It is only a small matter."
But the Supernatural Practitioners of Moon Sacred Lake did not see it that way. A lineage without a Supreme Being holding the fort, clinging only to the old glory of a True Saint Dojo, truly had a hard road to walk.
In this new era, who knew how many people were watching, waiting for them to collapse. And some Saint-level Beings were more than happy to take over their territory.
During this period, many direct descendants of Moon Sacred Lake felt as though they were suffocating. More than one True Saint had swept their gaze over them; if nothing changed, this place would either become ruins or vanish completely.
"Senior, please reveal yourself!" Li Xu's eyes were nearly brimming with tears. He desperately wanted to meet the great figure who had changed their fate, wishing to pay his respects with a devout heart.
Li Lin solemnly performed a salute deep within the dojo, calling out several times and wishing to offer her thanks in person.
Hazy light fell. Following a Karma Thread, Wang Xuan took one step, crossed