Kapitel 191: The elites of the East barren gather at xuantian

The profound heavenly sacred land.

Hundreds of magnificent peaks were shrouded in a translucent formation as thin as cicada's wings. Flowing Springs and waterfalls, clouds and Sunglow, pavilions and pagodas were hidden from view, and spiritual energy was dense like ribbons while treasure light was faint like mist. From time to time, one or two figures could be seen flying through the void on magic tools, making it look like a paradise on earth.

At the gate of the xuantian Holy Land, Chen Beiwang, the peak Master of the red flame peak, sat cross-legged on the head of a fire Dragon that was ten thousand feet long. He looked at the void outside the gate with a calm expression and a helpless look in his eyes.