Right after that.
They were the living beings from the myriad worlds of the Grotto-Heaven Realm. Unlike the Five Aggregates Sect disciples, whose expressions were solemn and grave, they were overwhelmed with surging excitement, boiling like a tidal wave as they kowtowed and cried, "...Disciples welcome the Ancestor back to the mountain!!!"
Their thunderous voices echoed without end.
The present-day Five Aggregates Immortal Sect grounds were like a Great World unto themselves. There were nine mountains and four seas, ancient secret realms, Ancient Immortal forbidden zones, All Heavens and Myriad Realms, and myriad races from all heavens. Powerful figures gathered like clouds, while prodigies fell like rain.
Even the mountains and rivers had long since changed, becoming so towering and magnificent that even Immortals would be stirred to their core.
Yet the one thing that had never changed...
Was the Five Aggregates Sect robe passed down since ancient times, the Five Aggregates Immortal Platform, and the Ninety-Nine Ringed Mountains that had stood eternal. An ancient smile unconsciously touched Chen Xun's lips. He kept looking in every direction, nodding toward every direction as well.
Though the Five Aggregates Sect disciples now appeared somewhat detached from worldly affairs, the bizarre magical artifacts beneath them made it clear that they were still as lively and vigorous as ever. If cultivating immortality in the Five Aggregates Sect did not involve pulling off antics, then too much fun would eventually be lost across the long years.
Hiss...
Nan Hua could not help sucking in a cold breath from behind.
He remembered having visited the Five Aggregates Immortal Sect no fewer than ten times. Yet why did it feel different every time he came? It was as though he had only ever seen the tip of its iceberg. Especially this time—too many ancient lands had revealed