Mountains soared into the clouds, enveloped by the celestial mist, with palaces and pavilions intermittently visible as if concealed amongst the peaks. Pavilions and halls too would appear, merging into the landscape. Occasionally, cultivators could be seen traversing the skies, akin to deities among men.
This place was none other than the Taixu Sacred Land.
One of the Ancient Sacred Lands in the Eastern Domain of the Ancient Desolate World.
Ninth Peak.
Within a certain True Inheritor Mansion, Gu Xuan sat cross-legged, quietly inhaling and exhaling nature's spiritual energy, using its power to temper his bodily physique. His essence blood surged like a torrent, creating an illusion of a heavenly phoenix emerging behind him, its divine aura suppressing everything.
However.
Because this was a True Inheritor Mansion with Array formations obstructing it, such an aura did not truly escape.
After a long while.
Gu Xuan opened his eyes, and all phenomena vanished.
