The Ju Xiang Hall, which had been said to have existed in the Aoteng Mountain Range for countless tens of thousands of years, suddenly appeared before her. Fairy Ruo Jing, a supreme Mahayana expert at the peak of the Aoteng Mountain Range, felt her mind thunder violently, and in an instant, lost the ability to think.
Over countless years, no one knew how many peerless, heaven-defying supreme Mahayana experts in the Aoteng Mountain Range had spent hundreds or even thousands of years searching painstakingly for the Ju Xiang Hall, risking the descent of the Heaven Tribulation, yet all had returned empty-handed.
Back then, after Fairy Ruo Jing learned of the rumors surrounding the Ju Xiang Hall, she had also yearned to search for that mysterious hall recorded in scrolls and ancient texts.
But after examining the records in her clan's ancient texts, a shadow immediately fell over the yearning in her heart.
Yet, like the other Mahayana cultivators who had only just heard of the Ju Xiang Hall, she had once searched throughout the vast region of the Aoteng Mountain Range. As time slowly passed, however, the impulse in her heart had greatly diminished.
After searching to no avail, Fairy Ruo Jing cast the matter of finding the Ju Xiang Hall from her mind.
Recalling how the many Mahayana cultivators had been utterly at a loss when facing the scroll that had manifested strange phenomena, Fairy Ruo Jing suddenly felt a surge of relief in her heart.
At the time, several Mahayana cultivators had tried to control the scroll that had manifested those strange phenomena. Yet no matter what spell they cast, none of them could draw it into their hands.
Although they could not receive it into their hands, the Mahayana cultivators could drip a drop of their essence