The north bank of the Li River, Verdant Wilds.
Spiritual energy saturated the land, and lush greenery filled the eye. A great temple radiating five-colored treasure light stood amid it, its halls large and small forming a sprawling complex. Its towering gates were magnificent, with [Lotus Blossom Temple] written in gold on the plaque above. Bell and drum towers stood to either side, and Buddhist chants lingered in the air.
The monks who had once lived here had vanished without a trace. In their place were cultivators in dark Daoist robes, each carrying an artifact as they dismantled the formations, taking the great temple apart piece by piece.
"These glazed tiles are Spirit Treasures too. Take them all."
"The gold paint on the walls is a spiritual material of the geng metal path. Scrape it all off. Those steps are carved from spiritual jade too. Be gentle with them."
Wang Qiyun was busy working inside the temple. He had never imagined that such a day would come, when their sect could fight its way North of the River and capture this great temple. After all, with the Little Pure Land here, who could break through unless a Purple Mansion cultivator intervened?
He had not fought on the front lines in the previous battle, instead overseeing the formations, but he had still witnessed his martial uncle's might. Almost like a Celestial Person, he had slain Cihai in an instant.
Sword intent!
Even now, thinking back on it felt unreal. Their sect had produced another Foundation Establishment Sword Immortal, shaking the Plainlands. Every clan had sent people to pay their respects these past few days; the sect's prestige had reached a dazzling peak.
All the territory that had once belonged to the Lotus Temple now belonged to their sect. Verdant Wilds alone