The Southern Region of the Primordial Continent.
Within the Soulbirth Sect.
As far as the eye could see, the sect lay amid vast, rolling seas of clouds, surrounded by countless steep peaks that pierced the heavens.
Spirit cranes wheeled through the air, and waterfalls cascaded down.
Together, they gave the place the majestic air of an immortal sanctuary.
Even the spiritual energy drifting through its outer reaches was several times denser than that in the heart of the Myriad Laws Celestial Domain.
And at that moment, on the outermost edge of those mountain ranges...
Two figures were walking one behind the other toward the summit, following a long flight of bluestone steps that wound like a dragon.
The figure in front wore a loose, moon-white robe.
An enormous hood concealed most of her face, revealing only a delicately sculpted, jade-like chin.
Her aura was restrained to the utmost, yet an imposing presence still shone through.
She was none other than the White Tower God.
Half a step behind her walked Ye Li, dressed in blue, his expression calm.
Unlike Hilia, Ye Li made no deliberate effort to conceal his aura.
As he climbed the steps, he glanced at the streaks of light darting back and forth through the distant sea of clouds.
Creation Realm... they're all at least in the Creation Realm.
Ye Li's heart stirred.
In the Chaos Star Sea, a Creation Realm cultivator was already a regional powerhouse, capable of founding a sect and commanding the reverence of trillions.
But here...
Every Soulbirth Sect disciple he could see patrolling the mountains was at least in the Creation Realm.
Now and then, he even spotted Eternal Life Realm figures emerging from deep within the sea of clouds and rushing beyond the Mountain Gate.
Clearly, they had missions to carry