The golden lotuses floated in the sky, their descent slowing down, and as their number increased, the boundless blue sea below began to shimmer with a golden luster.
All the cultivators on the floating islands watched with surprise as the seas swelled with waves, and innumerable fish leapt out, making the entire surface seem chaotic.
Great Saint!
These two words deeply impressed themselves upon Yang Lin'er's heart; she was filled with curiosity.
Could a Great Saint possibly be compared to an Immortal Divine?
Having been in the Mortal Realm for many years, Yang Lin'er's mindset began to change. She kept Fang Wang in her heart, and now cultivation had become her own favorite pursuit and goal to strive for.