In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.
Wind Snow Island had returned to its proper course. Guo Jiannan had once again taken charge of its foundations, the smoky and foul past had been swept aside, and a new chapter had begun on the island.
Everyone was stirred and moved, and the passion for resisting demons filled every corner.
By all rights, Wind Snow Island had quite a reputation. With its island lord replaced and a new spirit blooming forth, it should have caused a sensation. At the very least, it ought to have drawn the attention of all sides, then ridden the momentum back to its former peak.
Unfortunately.
The various factions had recently gone completely dormant. They had no leisure to care about such matters, for everyone had been shaken by a recent legend.
It was said...
At the polar point of Yuan Star stood Cangyuan Palace, towering above the sea of clouds for endless ages. It was the very center of Yuan Star, where the Lord of the Star had long resided, ruling over all living things upon Yuan Star.
Those halls stood high above the clouds, beyond the fortune of ordinary people to behold. The place itself was Yuan Star's core, gathered with boundless Dao Rhyme and spiritual energy.
If an ordinary cultivator were fortunate enough to enter, even lingering for a single breath would bring inexhaustible benefits.
Cangyuan Hall was Yuan Star's unrivaled Divine Land. Whether the mighty figures within it, any living creature that existed there, or even the spiritual energy they inhaled and exhaled, all were beyond what ordinary people could imagine.
For endless ages, Cangyuan Hall had remained mysterious, majestic, and awe-inspiring. No unusual phenomenon had ever occurred there, and in the hearts of countless cultivators, it was almost