"That's true. None of you died, so how could Zhenwu possibly have died?"
A Great Sage of the Eight Great Clans replied in understanding.
True Martial Great Emperor had not shown himself before.
So they had thought some accident had occurred.
They had not expected the people of the True Martial Sacred Sect to have kept some trump cards in reserve as well, just in case.
If the people of the Sacred Court had not appeared, True Martial Great Emperor likely would not have emerged either.
At this moment, above the skies of the Great Arid.
Everyone from the True Martial Sacred Sect formed seals with both hands, their expressions solemn.
It was clear to see.
This was a summoning formation, something anyone could clearly sense.
This formation reached straight into the heavens.
Vast power of laws spread across the sky like a boundless ocean.
At the summit of the heavens, an image first appeared.
It was a world like a paradise beyond the mortal realm, with clear mountains and beautiful waters, drifting peach blossoms, and splendid rivers and peaks.
This place was sparsely populated and isolated from the world.
As the saying went, "A peach blossom haven stretches ten thousand miles, leisurely entering my heart."
The projected world was precisely such a paradise. Peach trees stood everywhere, blooming in their season.
Yet these peach trees were very strange.
Ordinarily, peach blossoms fell before peaches grew.
But on the peach trees before them, peach blossoms and peaches hung together.
Blood-red peach blossoms clung to the branches, scattering through the void and blanketing the earth in thick layers.
The pink peaches hung heavy with fruit, each one seeming newly born, yet somehow leaving one with no appetite.
Within that peach grove, where there were no flowers or wine, someone hoed