The Arcane Supreme Sect lay shrouded in celestial mist.0

Between the mountains, sword riding Immortals streaked through the sky like shooting stars.0

In a land so saturated with spiritual energy, even a mere fifth rank cultivator could travel effortlessly using a spirit weapon, barely expending any power at all.0

Now, many powerful cultivators from the Central Plains had arrived here as well. The once ethereal and serene Eastern Sea had grown noisy and crowded. And with the local beasts gaining intelligence from prolonged exposure to the ambient spiritual aura, the place had only become livelier.0

But alas, this was only a fleeting glimpse, a final flourish before the end.0

Even so, one thing was certain. Long, long ago, this world had basked in an age where spiritual energy flowed endlessly, a golden era that must have lasted for centuries, or even millennia, perhaps.0

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