Taichang Realm, Northern Plains.
This place had originally been where the demonic path of the Taichang Realm gathered. Later, it suffered the invasion of True Demons from the Tian Luo Realm, who deliberately used True Demonic Qi to corrupt and ravage it with Demonic Contamination.
As a result, Demonic Beasts filled the land, and ordinary living beings—even low-level cultivators—could not survive here.
Yet the Northern Plains at this moment did not retain the slightest trace of demonic miasma. It was plainly a scene of clear skies, fresh air, and abundant spiritual vitality.
Clearly, over these twenty years, the major powers of the Taichang Realm had not cast Fang Xiao's arrangements to the back of their minds. Without such effort, how could they have purified and restored the place to this extent?
Especially in the heartland of the Northern Plains, the former site of the Moluo Sect had long since been razed to the ground. In its place stood a blessed land of mountains and rivers overflowing with spiritual vitality.
The spiritual qi was so dense that it had even condensed into vast quantities of spiritual mist, shrouding the area.
Countless anciently styled palaces, towers, and halls, brimming with immortal charm, were scattered like stars throughout it, appearing and disappearing amid the mist.
What a scene of an Immortal Sect Holy Realm.
Even an ancient holy land would be no more than this.
"This time, we were able to clear the Demonic Contamination from the Northern Plains so swiftly largely thanks to the assistance of the Myriad Treasures Merchant Association.
"Fellow daoist Li's contributions in particular deserve the foremost credit.
"When Fang Xiao returns to Taichang one day, Ling will certainly have him come to offer his thanks in person."
The voice carried through the air. Following it to its source,