Deep within the Immortal Ancient Small World lay a hidden sanctuary.
Ancient trees towered all around, their branches suffused with a faint, peaceful immortal radiance.
The ground was carpeted with Spiritual Grass that gave off a strange medicinal fragrance. From time to time, one could also see several divine springs bubbling forth, their waters containing dense origin essence of heaven and earth.
Ye Xuan wore a blue robe, his hands clasped behind his back as he strolled leisurely through this sanctuary.
His pace was unhurried, like that of an elegant young master wandering through mountains and rivers.
Qingyi, the Witch, and the Taiyin Jade Rabbit followed beside him, savoring this rare tranquility amid the chaos of the age.
Just as they leisurely admired the scenery of this Immortal Ancient sanctuary, the void ahead suddenly rippled violently.
The formerly placid space was like the surface of a lake into which someone had cast a massive boulder, circles of visible waves spreading outward.
Then, accompanied by a low, ancient rumble, a dazzling gate of light slowly manifested in midair.
The gate stood dozens of zhang tall, its frame carved with intricate and profound Immortal Dao runes. It spewed forth dense immortal essence and the mysterious profundities of scriptures.
It was precisely the strange gate from the Immortal Dao Arena that represented ultimate fortune.
The radiance within the gate gradually faded, and a familiar figure strode out from within.
It was Shi Hao.
At this moment, Shi Hao had just undergone the thorough baptism of the Immortal Ancient ultimate fortune behind the gate.
The tattered armor on his body had been replaced by a neat long robe, and his black hair fell casually over his shoulders.
What was surprising was that the sharp, mountain-swallowing domineering aura he had displayed on the Immortal Dao