Eastspirit Mountain appeared in the human world once more.
A mountain forest from the memories of an ancient powerhouse appeared in the world again—undying and imperishable, just like that powerhouse, long forgotten by countless living beings of the Northern Plains Minor World, who had now appeared once more.
"Mountain forest!"
"Immortal! An immortal..."
"An immortal has descended..."
In that instant, who knew how many mortals around the desert fell to their knees in worship. Looking at the Dead Bones Desert, which had abruptly become a dense forest, breathing in the fresh scent of grass and trees and listening to the sound of running water, they felt as though they had witnessed an immortal miracle.
"Immortal..."
It was not only these mortals. Even cultivators trembled as they knelt in worship.
Whether they were Qi Refinement cultivators, Foundation Establishment cultivators, or even Golden Core cultivators and Nascent Soul Cultivators hailed as patriarchs, all silently fell to their knees. None felt ancient; they only felt as humble as children.
Some Nascent Soul Cultivators discovered, trembling, several cultivators nearby whose auras transcended the mundane. Those cultivators instinctively collapsed beneath the pressure, seeming even humbler than they were.
These were Spirit Transformation cultivators!
Spirit Transformation Heavenly Lords!
Spirit Transformation Heavenly Lords even humbler and more terrified than they were!
These Spirit Transformation Heavenly Lords were the rulers of the world, the most ancient of beings. Yet now, they looked no different from infants—equally ignorant and bewildered, as though even more unworldly than mortals.
With a single thought, mountains and rivers changed, and the world shifted!
A young man and a young woman strolled slowly through the forest. They passed through a stretch of woodland crushed flat by a humanoid object, passed a ruined temple, and then arrived in an empty mortal city.
The city had