The Northern Xuanshan mountain range stretches for millions of billions of miles, brimming with Immortal Yuan Qi, a place where the Lin family cultivators have lived for generations.
In the southwest of the Northern Xuanshan mountain range, a thick white fog envelops a large area, obscuring the situation beneath the fog.
Below the white fog are numerous buildings, with quite a few cultivators walking around.
In a serene estate, a rosy-faced elder in white robes and a man of medium-built in green robes sit in a green Stone Pavilion, discussing something.
"Yisheng, the difficulty of the next minor heavenly tribulation will be considerably higher. The things I have on hand aren't enough; send someone to the marketplace to purchase resources to weaken the heavenly tribulation."
The white-robed elder ordered, his tone authoritative.
"Yes, Ancestor Yunhua."
Lin Yisheng agreed.
He took out a Law Disk flashing with green light and cast a spell into it, frowning.
