In a world unknown to Lin Xing.
The air between heaven and earth was wreathed in auspicious clouds, with immortal music echoing in waves.
Countless powerhouses stood at the foot of the mountain, gazing at the divine light piercing through the clouds, reminiscing about the process of this ascension ceremony—envy, jealousy, longing, anticipation… a myriad of complex, indescribable thoughts.
"Who would have thought that among the Kunlun Eight Great Sects with so many masters killing each other and competing, the spot to ascend to the Immortal Court would end up being snatched by such a junior?"
