At Mount Wanshou's Wuzhuang Temple, the winds and clouds gathered for a grand assembly.
None of the loose cultivators had ever thought that Zhen Yuanzi, who had always stayed outside worldly affairs, would be the one to take charge of this matter.
The great kalpa of quantity was arriving; the slaughter kalpa was not yet set.
People were ill at ease. Whether loose cultivators, Heavenly Immortals, the Demon Clan, or the Witch Tribe, all were scrambling to seize fortune for themselves.
Some said that Zhen Yuanzi had surely calculated a great tribulation for himself.
That was why he was taking the initiative and stepping into the field this time.
With the Ancestor of Earth Immortals personally sitting in town, Wuzhuang Temple was truly a gathering of ten thousand immortals.
When Long Fei arrived with Lin Yingying, the outside of Wuzhuang Temple was already packed with people.
