The Four Saints Mountain Range was extremely vast. The mountain gates of the Four Saints Sect occupied only a small portion of that region, with countless pavilions and terraces nestled amidst misty rain, rich in an immortal aura and long since revered as a sacred land for Cultivation.
Yet today, a palm technique descending from the heavens imprinted itself right beside the mountain gates of the Four Saints Sect, snapping tenet after tenet of old trees and sending boulders tumbling, causing even the immortal mountain gates to shudder.
On one side was a misty immortal mountain, and on the other was a cataclysmic upheaval; the contrast was far too intense.
"Old Ancestor!"
"The immortals were defeated by a Purple Palace cultivator. How is this possible!"
"Disaster, utter disaster! Quick, raise the grand array and stop this person!"
"Hurry to Mingyang City and invite the Mingyang Marquis!"
The bodies and divine souls of the remaining cultivators of the Four Saints Sect grew ice-cold, as though plunging into a cavern of ten-thousand-year mysterious ice. Their Dao Hearts suffered a violent shock, shattering their worldviews to the verge of ruin.
The Enlightenment Realm was important, but cultivation realms were equally important, especially during the early stages of the path of cultivation. Relying merely on the divine power level of the Purple Palace Realm, how could anyone erupt with such an attack?
Some reacted quickly, urging the Four Saints Grand Array into motion. Light patterns manifested to guard the mountain gates and fend off the formidable enemy, refusing to sit passively and await death.
Inside the mountain gates of the Four Saints Sect, Shui Wangshan stood stupefied, his mind a complete blank without a single thought left, acting as though he had been reduced to a fool.
The master of Shui Wangshan wore a