Time, slowly flows by.
The people of the Three Great Sects are gathering, and the disciples of the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion are also assembling.
At the southern gate, millions of Heavenly Mountain Pavilion disciples have already arrived.
Standing in the starry sky, continuous figures are rushing over, seemingly at their fastest speed, heading towards the southern gate.
"Humph!"
Watching these figures, Duan Yihen coldly snorted, his voice mixed with the power of cultivation, like a clap of thunder.
"After all this time, two hours have passed. Is Ren Qinghuan still dreaming in her sleep, only sending out these disciples? What's the use of following such a Pavilion Master?!"
"Nonsense!"
On the Star of Heavenly Mountain, a figure slowly ascended, it was Grand Elder, Xiao Yaozi.
"Green Pine Pavilion, Mutang Sect, Demon God Sect!"
