Heavenly music surged, bells and drums resounding in unison.
Countless streaks of flight light shot up from the ruins outside Chang'an.
The newly arrived rogue cultivators, their eyes bloodshot, hurtled toward the source of the celestial phenomenon.
With opportunity before them, who still cared about concealing their strength or keeping their guard up? They drove their power to its utmost, terrified of falling behind.
Jiang Yuechu stood with her hands behind her back, her white robes stirring gently in the morning breeze.
She quietly watched those impatient streaks of light without following the crowd.
She merely lifted her chin slightly, closed her eyes, and carefully sensed the changes that had suddenly arisen in the world around her.
A moment passed.
Only then did she open her eyes, a faintly peculiar expression crossing her face.
She had always assumed that this world's reserves must be woefully scant compared with Cloud Dream's.
Now, it seemed that was not quite the case...
Had it all been hidden away?
But this was just ridiculous... It had been so miserly before, yet once the Immortal-God Cave Abode's gates opened and its restrictions loosened, it suddenly became generous.
Immortal music rang out in unison, and wondrous phenomena appeared one after another.
All manner of reserves and opportunities, hidden for who knew how many years, came tumbling out in a rush, as though afraid no one would notice.
It withheld its treasures from the people of its own world, only to eagerly parade them once outsiders smashed through the door.
How shameless could it get...
She silently cursed inwardly, but did not dwell on it.
She could hardly drag this whole world out and give it a beating just because Heaven played favorites.
She glanced down at Chang'an below, scarred and devastated, yet gradually regaining a little