Lu Chen, Zixia, and the Three-Legged Golden Crow descended upon the Eastern Wasteland, tore straight through the void, and headed directly toward the Purple Mansion Holy Land in the Central Region.
Unbroken mountain ranges, magnificent ancient buildings, towering gates, and floating islands rose and fell in the air. Vast waterfalls cascaded like the celestial river pouring down from the nine heavens, shrouded in mist, mysterious and unfathomable.
"Who comes to our Purple Mansion Holy Land?"
The experts guarding the holy land's gates immediately noticed the three arrivals and shouted their challenge.
In this age, to put it kindly, this was a glorious era of prosperity. To put it bluntly, turmoil was imminent. Too many races had appeared, and countless experts from beyond this world had crossed domains to arrive, throwing Big Dipper Ancient Star into tremendous upheaval.
On this land, battles between Saint Dao experts broke out from time to time. Everyone feared for their own safety, afraid that a single careless moment would see them wiped from the face of the earth!
Even the Purple Mansion Holy Land, with its deep reserves and legacy stretching back to the Desolate Ancient Era, dared not let down its guard. Experts guarded its gates every day.
"Grandmaster, it's me." At the sight of the gates towering as high as the mountains, Zixia could not contain her excitement. After a hundred years away from the homeland where she had grown up, she had finally returned.
She approached the gates and gazed at the magnificent mountains and rivers. Her hair fluttered, and glistening tears faintly appeared in her eyes.
"Saintess!" The old man was startled, scarcely able to believe it. He rushed out through the gates wreathed in purple mist, followed by a large crowd.
"It really is the Saintess! Our sect's hope has