She really went to the Biluo Sect alone. The disciple who greeted guests at the sect’s entrance looked at her and then behind her, as if they too felt she shouldn’t have come alone. They seemed to expect a large, imposing group to arrive. Growing impatient, Gu Fuyou waved her invitation, “Is the Biluo Sect planning to hold the Immortal…
Gu Fuyou returned to the Thirty-Three Skies within just a day or two, and soon after, Feng Sui and Xiao Zhongting came back from their journey. They, along with a group of cultivators, had been working to eliminate the influence of the Zuo family in Nanzhou. Their success was mixed; they captured many but some of the Zuo family’s cultivators…
As the wind swept through the hall, pages of books fluttered like delicate wings. Zhong Michu found herself sitting against a bookshelf, enveloped in the familiar dance of scents – the crisp, biting cold of winter mingling with the fresh snow carried by the breeze. It was an aroma that she knew well, one that had been a constant companion…
After spending over a month confined to her bed, Zhong Michu’s spirit had noticeably faded, and she had grown significantly thinner. Healing physical wounds was one thing, but mending the deeper, emotional scars proved to be a much more challenging task. Winter had enveloped Penglai Island, blanketing everything under a thick, pristine layer of snow. As the doors and windows…
A flash of white light illuminated the dark clouds, and a thunderbolt struck Zhuling Platform. Even if it was just a Thunder Tribulation from advancing from the Golden Core to the Nascent Soul stage, no one dared to underestimate it. When it comes to Tribulation Lightning, cultivators prefer to avoid it if they can. People from various immortal sects retreated…