After several days of recuperation.
Lian Qingyue finally woke up.
Because it was too noisy, he had not awakened on his own, but had been woken by the commotion.
Daylight rushed toward him.
Still groggy, he rose to his feet and looked outside. A vast, earth-shaking spectacle filled his vision.
Countless Foothill Academy disciples flew through the mountains in every direction. Countless Dao platforms and pavilions came into view. Not far away, there were even massive stars hanging in the sky, pouring endless stellar power onto the Immortal Mountain. Pill Dao competitions and Artifact Dao competitions were underway.
He was awake now.
He cast a disdainful glance across the mountains, rivers, and eight wilds. This was it...?
"Lian Qingyue!"
"Hm?"
"Enter the Spirit Realm and take part in the turmoil of the myriad races. Depart now. Immediately."
"...Hm?"
"Move!"
Heaven and earth blurred as chaos flowed in reverse.
The world was a scene of slaughter and warfare. Other than a haze of blood-red, there was nothing else.
Rumble...!
Lian Qingyue's eyes snapped wide open. The Five-Elements Spiritual Root beneath his feet flashed, and in an instant he evaded the meteorite crashing down from the sky. Had he been a step slower, he would have perished, body and Dao extinguished.
"Have you all gone mad?!"
Yet no one answered. He did not even have a storage ring on him. The only thing that ever answered him was his own ability to survive.
Lian Qingyue's gaze flickered as he assessed the situation around him. It seemed he would have to cultivate here for a while.
A hundred years later.
On this barbaric land, the Qingyue Clan suddenly rose with lightning speed. At all costs, they enslaved the surrounding races and plundered every heavenly treasure and earthly resource. Their methods were exceptionally