At this moment, countless spiritual lights rose in the center of the river. They enveloped the large island as the elites of the sect sat cross-legged, adjusting their breathing and cultivating.
More and more people gathered on the shore. They were either talking in low voices or meditating to recover their depleted spiritual qi.
"It's only today that I've seen the flourishing of cultivation in the Western Frontier," an old man in a black robe said softly while looking at the river with his hands behind his back.
"Hehe, I wish I had been born 300 years later." Beside the black-robed old man, a Daoist with a white beard shook his head and sighed ruefully.
The surrounding cultivators were also looking at the lights in the heart of the river, their minds filled with thoughts.
On River Heart Island, Han Muye sat cross-legged while Lin Shen and Lu Gao stood behind him to protect him.