Holy Son! Ye Jianjun!
Fifth Peak.
The spirit boat descended onto a plaza.
Lin Bai walked to the edge of the plaza and gazed into the distance. Before him lay a vast expanse of land, filled with collapsed houses and buildings, towering primeval forests, mountains that rose into the clouds, and winding rivers.
At the far end of this land before the Five Peaks stood thirty-six towering mountains and twelve Demon Palaces, with countless demonic beasts lurking in the forests. That was the territory of the Demon Race.
In other words, the Five Peaks of Divine Relic Ridge and the territory of the Demon Race faced each other across the entire ruins of the Crimson Immortal Sect!
"Let's go, Junior Brother Lin Bai. You'll have plenty of time to explore the Crimson Immortal Sect ruins in the future." Jiang Jun saw Lin Bai gazing at the ruins ahead and immediately called out to him.
Lin Bai came back to himself and followed Jiang Jun into a magnificent palace in the plaza.
The palace was completely empty.
Only an old man was sprawled over a table, snoring away.
Jiang Jun walked over with a smile and called out, "Senior Brother Tan."
"Hm?" The old man woke up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at Jiang Jun.
"Hehe, Senior Brother Tan, I've brought the junior brothers and sisters from the Sword Dao Institute to complete the formalities for the Five Peaks and collect some relevant information." Jiang Jun smiled faintly.
Senior Brother Tan swept his gaze over Lin Bai and the others, then sneered. "Why are there only five of you?"
"The Sword Dao Institute is getting worse and worse."
"At this rate, without fresh blood flowing in, the Five Peaks will probably be completely slaughtered by the Demon Race before disaster even