The Mysterious Yellow Holy Land

The starry sky was vast and boundless. Up, down, and the four directions made up space; past and present made up time. No one could say where the universe ended. They only knew that beneath its boundless expanse, every person was insignificant, and fragile lives were but a drop in the ocean.

Beneath the boundless heavens, desolation covered the entire world.

Within the ancient mountain range, clouds and rosy mists wreathed a realm beyond the mortal world, serene and transcendent. Then, suddenly, a long, sonorous bell rang out, reverberating for hundreds of thousands of miles. Countless figures turned into streaks of light and flew toward the peak of the towering mountain at the range's center.

The strange phenomenon set many nearby people talking.

"Another hundred years have passed, and the Ancestor Bell has rung again. It seems the Mysterious Yellow Holy Land is holding its Holy Sacrifice once more!" an old man said with a sigh, stroking his beard. He claimed he'd witnessed the same thing when he was young.

As it turned out, a cultivation sanctuary revered by practitioners throughout the land stood nearby. It was called the Mysterious Yellow Holy Land, and its history stretched back to ancient times. It was said to have existed for at least several hundred thousand years, predating Desolate Antiquity and even the Primordial Era. It was one of the most powerful cultivation sects, and its ranks had never lacked Saint-level cultivators. It even had Quasi-Emperors to hold down the fort—a remarkable thing for a faction that had never produced a Great Emperor.

Every hundred years, the Mysterious Yellow Holy Land summoned all its disciples to hold a Holy Sacrifice. Each ceremony was grand in scale, yet shrouded in secrecy. It was said the tradition had begun with the sect's founding, and that