The Great Sun radiated endless light and heat. In an instant, the sky was clear of the crimson rain, which vanished like smoke and clouds. Countless beings within the Dragon Realm began poking their heads out, emerging from underground caves to see what had unfolded outside.
Among the curious crowd of observers, a select few cultivators piloted worn-out, creaky Flying Swords toward the direction of the Taoist.
As a genius cultivator who had successfully raised a Floating Island, the Pure Yang Taoist had always been highly regarded within the Dragon Realm, naturally amassing many loyal followers.
At that moment.
As the Taoist's footsteps touched solid ground, a sudden surge of thunder and wind erupted from the flat terrain.
Immediately, a ten-meter-square earthen platform rose from beneath his feet.
The Heavenly Wind howled furiously, sweeping up white grass, sands, and shards of stone, sending them swirling toward the sky.
