To become an existence revered by all living beings.
To reach the pinnacle of sainthood.
Whenever Zhunti thought of this, he could not help but grow excited.
Tongtian led his disciples away from Kunlun Mountain.
However, he had an enormous number of disciples under him.
In the Mythical Wilderness, all the better blessed lands already had owners.
As someone who claimed to be Pangu's orthodox successor, Tongtian naturally looked down on those low-grade caves and abodes.
Thus, after a long while, Tongtian and his party still had not established a fixed daoist sanctuary.
Duobao moved closer to Tongtian. "Master, where are we going next?"
Duobao looked uneasy. Behind them, some of the disciples with weaker cultivation also wore exhausted expressions.
Tongtian saw the condition of all the Interception Sect disciples as well.
He sank into thought. Suddenly, he sensed something.
"Since there is no suitable daoist sanctuary in the Mythical Wilderness, we'll go overseas."
Tongtian could sense that their opportunity seemed to lie somewhere overseas.
Upon hearing that they finally had a destination, all the Interception Sect disciples were overjoyed. They followed Tongtian and left the continent of the Mythical Wilderness in a grand procession.
"Master, there's an immortal island over there. It seems to have emerged only recently!"
After searching for several months and taking advantage of their superior numbers, one of the disciples finally discovered traces of an immortal island.
Tongtian slung his horsetail whisk over his shoulder and looked at the immortal island with satisfaction.
The island was enormous. Even with his cultivation at the Saint realm, he could not see its edges without using his divine sense.
Treasure light and hazy clouds of rosy radiance occasionally shot up from within the island.
Tongtian could even vaguely sense a trace of Innate Qi that only Saints could