Su Mo had been worrying about where to settle the Azure Vault Sect, and now he had finally thought of the most perfect place: the Divine Martial Kingdom within the Misty Mountain Range.
The Divine Martial Kingdom was blocked off by the endless mists of the Misty Mountain Range, making it impossible for anyone besides him—even peak Martial Emperor Realm powerhouses—to enter or leave at will, which made it precisely the most ideal location.
If the Azure Vault Sect were settled in the Divine Martial Kingdom, Su Mo could raise his cultivation with all his might and without any worries, preparing to face the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect head-on.
Su Mo nodded slightly toward Bai Yin'er, offering a brief gesture before looking away.
Bai Yin'er gazed at Su Mo, then looked at Xi'er by his side, sighing softly. So you already have someone you fancy!
Su Mo's sharp gaze swept over the tens of thousands of disciples, his hand rising slightly, and the entire martial arts practice field instantly grew so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.
"Do you trust me?" Su Mo asked suddenly, his voice ringing out clearly.
The crowd started slightly at these words, failing to understand Su Mo's intent, but they still shouted in unison, "We trust you!"
"Good!"
Su Mo nodded heavily, then said in a ringing voice, "I, Su Mo, promise you that this is the last relocation!"
Su Mo's voice was exceptionally loud and clear, like a muffled clap of thunder, and he continued, "Three years! At most three years, and the Azure Vault Sect will surely stand proudly at the peak of the Azure Continent!"
With those words, Su Mo pointed his hand toward the heavens, his aura rising infinitely with a magnificent momentum reminiscent of swallowing mountains and rivers