Time flies, more than five hundred years have passed.


    The Xuanyang Mountains are located in the middle of the Qianling Continent. They are full of spiritual energy and stretch for hundreds of millions of miles. There are eighth-order spiritual veins and a space node leading to the Guangyun Realm. The Stone Cocoon Clan sent Mahayana monks to sit in the town.


    In a manor full of singing birds and fragrant flowers, Shi Pan, Shi Yi, a plump young woman in a purple skirt and a burly old man in a red robe sat in a stone pavilion, drinking tea and chatting.


    "Calculate the time, they should be here!"


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