The old disciple was also full of emotion.
If he had known, he should have joined Spirit Plant Peak back then. Now his cultivation could have broken through with a whoosh, a whoosh, a whoosh as well.
Who didn't know that the Spirit Planter Masters emerging from Spirit Plant Peak these days had somehow learned extraordinary tricks? Every one of them was more formidable than the last, and every one hid their strength deeper than the last.
A perfectly good Spirit Planter Master—why were their methods of battle always so unexpected, striking where no one could defend?
If he had not fought a Spirit Planter Master on the minor tournament stage last time, this old disciple would never have known what it meant to have his eyes opened.
That Spirit Planter Master's cultivation had been shallow. They had said they were poor at fighting. It made no sense—how had even their physical cultivation become more brutal than that of a Body Refinement Realm cultivator like him?
It was only during that ordinary minor tournament in the sect that the old disciple had finally understood why so many old acquaintances had gone off to farm after emerging from seclusion.
The new disciples, too, gazed at that mountain peak with curiosity and excitement written all over their faces.
The surrounding mountain ranges clustered around the main peak like stars paying homage to the moon.
The floating islands of Spirit Fields hanging in midair were even more countless than one could number.
From afar, the gentle radiance of those floating islands made them look more like stars in the sky. Only when the Flying Boat brushed past them could one sense the vast area of a single floating island.
They were Spirit Fields as well.
On the central floating island stood arenas, each