บท 942: I Don't Like to Pretentious

Seven Stars Hall, a glorious hall sat on the divine mountain, attracting the gazes of countless geniuses. Today was the most lively day in thousands of years in the Heaven Mending Pavilion. At this moment, people were gathered in the Seven Stars Hall.

The various Immortal Ancient families sat down and waited for a golden age genius battle to begin. As a cloud flickered across the horizon, Qi Huan's figure slowly appeared in the hall.

"Ancestral Guardian Spirit, please bless our Divine Mountain! Protect my divine mountain and peace for all generations."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old pagoda tree on the peak emitted an extreme light. Thousands rain of light fell. Everyone bathed in it and felt their souls purified, falling into an intoxicated state.

"As expected of the number one holy land in the world. Even the strength of this Ancestral Guardian Spirit is so terrifying."