The Divine Medicine Valley ranked among the three largest spirit valleys in the Eastern Region, its territory rivaling several commanderies of the Yan Kingdom combined.
On a spirit mountain at its farthest edge, a black-robed figure stood atop a teleportation array, gazing toward Medicine King Mountain in the distance.
The vitality of Medicine King Mountain was overwhelmingly rich. Its supreme-grade, pure wood-attribute spirit vein truly brimmed with endless life.
From afar, it was a sea of lush greenery. Spirit herbs flourished, birds sang amid fragrant flowers, and life abounded.
Yet at this moment, he felt he could already see that distant vitality collapsing, buildings toppling, and countless cultivators dying horribly in the jaws of beasts.
And the name of the Medicine King Valley would vanish entirely from the Eastern Region, just as the Eight Desolations Sect had over a thousand years ago.
The Penglai Sect had ruled the Eastern Region for so long that it had seen far too many ants who thought growing a little larger entitled them to a seat at the table. Every time, dealing with them merely took a little effort.
What they feared most was having to reshuffle the deck. That was far too troublesome, and many Dao embryos had yet to mature.
What angered him most was that the Golden Light Temple had seized this opportunity to stick its foot in.
The next moment, his gaze deepened. On that mountain, a young novice monk in red robes looked toward him.
The novice appeared young, but he knew very well that the person before him was likewise several thousand years old.
It was simply that the Golden Light Temple could cultivate reincarnated bodies.
"Gu Meng, you cannot intervene this time."
"I offer those same words to you, Tiande." Gu Meng's voice seemed to cross a