The spiritual energy is incredibly dense, almost like it could drip water, and the air is moist. With each breath, an overwhelming sense of comfort fills the body, indicating just how dense the spiritual energy is here.
The scene before them is like an immortal paradise, with auspicious clouds swirling around, a gentle breeze caressing, birds singing, and flowers fragrant. Cranes frolic by the heavenly pool, the rolling and elegant mountains appear and disappear amidst the clouds and mist, the sound of babbling water as melodious as divine music, a magnificent display.
"Is this the Ancient Land?" Mu Qianyue's eyes showed a hint of astonishment, marveled.
She suddenly realized that Nalan Jing, Huo Xi, Chu Tiange, and her brother were no longer by her side, a trace of vigilance emerging in her bright black eyes.
"My lady."
A familiar gentle voice came from behind, as pleasant as the sound of a cave flute.
