Hazy Moon Divine Mountain, a sacred territory of the Donghuang Clan.0

It was said that beneath this mountain range that stretched across a hundred thousand miles lay a primordial dao vein born from the chaos of creation itself. This made it one of the most blessed lands in the entire Eighth Heaven Domain.0

For ordinary cultivators, a single day of cultivation here was equal to a hundred days outside! Gazing at the distant mountain faintly veiled beneath the night sky, Lin Xun couldn’t help but feel a ripple of emotion.0

This place was on par with the Origin World. Anyone born and raised here, even the dullest child, would awaken natural spirituality and wisdom.0

Night deepened. Darkness thickened. Lin Xun sat casually upon a boulder, took out his wine gourd and drank alone, waiting in silence.0

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At this very moment, an oppressive tension blanketed Hazy Moon Divine Mountain. The Donghuang Clan’s ancestral hall blazed with lamplight. Donghuang Jiuhui sat on the main seat, his expression flickering with the flame’s shifting glow.0

Important figures of the clan lined both sides of the hall, unable to sit still, their anxiety palpable. Suddenly, a tall, slender figure appeared out of...0