Lu Li the Instructor Is Here

Chen Yan treaded along a road built from Immortal Infusing Jade, slowly making his way toward Du Cang Hall.

As the sacred site of cultivation in Chenping Continent, Du Cang Mountain was even quieter and more solemn than anyone could imagine.

At that moment, on the vast Du Cang Mountain, Chen Yan seemed to be the only person walking outside. His pure-white figure looked as tiny as a speck of dust in the boundless sea.

Yet, most paradoxically, he was also towering.

He towered over the vast Chenping Continent, which stretched tens of millions of li in every direction, with everything within his grasp.

The one who held sway over Chenping Continent.

After the Chaos of Immortals ended, Chen Yan had taken this title for himself, and the millions of cultivators across Chenping Continent had recognized him as such.

But Chen Yan knew all too well that he was still far from worthy.

For only a Sage could shoulder the responsibility of ruling an entire continent.

Yet Chen Yan had no choice but to sit in this seat.

He slowly raised his head and turned his gaze toward the enormous black fissure in the sky, stretching hundreds of li.

Like a wound torn open, its edges seemed to ooze blood as it writhed and slowly widened.

At last, Chen Yan withdrew his gaze from the black fissure and continued toward Du Cang Hall.

Du Cang Hall.

The Profound Scripture Hall of Tian Ding Mountain had once stood where Du Cang Hall now stood.

A breeze swept across the towering mountain, more than eight thousand three hundred zhang high, stirring the hem of Chen Yan's plain white Daoist robe. The Ascension Realm cultivator felt a faint, refreshing chill.

It was just like the feeling he'd had thirty years ago, when he