The Divine Medicine Valley's territory was unquestionably one of the top three spirit valleys in the Eastern Region, no less than several prefectures of Yan Country combined.
On a spirit mountain at the very edge, a black-robed figure stood atop a Teleportation Array, gazing from afar at Medicine King Mountain.
Medicine King Mountain's vitality was simply too abundant. Its supreme-grade, pure Wood Attribute spirit vein truly possessed boundless life force.
From afar, it was a lush expanse. The Spirit Herbs grew exceptionally well, birds sang and flowers scented the air, and vitality filled everything.
Of course, he could already see the distant vitality collapsing, buildings toppling, and countless cultivators dying beneath the beasts' jaws.
And the name of Medicine King Valley, like the Eight Desolations Sect over a thousand years ago, would vanish completely from the Eastern Region.
Penglai Sect had controlled the Eastern Region for so long that they had seen too many ants. Those ants thought that once they had grown a little bigger, they could climb onto the table—but every time, it merely took a little effort to deal with them.
What they feared most was a reshuffling of the board. That would be far too troublesome; many Dao Embryos had yet to mature.
What infuriated him most was that Golden Light Temple had actually chosen this moment to stick its hand in.
The next moment, his gaze deepened. On that mountain, a young shami clad in red monk's robes looked over in his direction.
The shami appeared young, but he knew perfectly well that the person before him was also several thousand years old.
Golden Light Temple simply had the means to cultivate reincarnated bodies.
"Gu Meng, you cannot interfere this time."
"I return those same words to you, Tian De." Gu Meng's voice seemed to