An island could be said to be an immortal island.
The island was not very big. At most, it had an area of a thousand kilometers.
A thousand kilometers was very short for an elite warrior.
The entire island was covered by incomparably luxuriant branches. From the sky above the island, one could see from afar that it was emitting a white immortal aura.
From the outside, one could not see the situation inside the island.
This was the Divine Willow Daoist Rite Temple, a seemingly ordinary place.
However, this place was the Holy Land for many cultivators.
The Divine Willow Daoist rite temple recruited disciples once every thousand years. However, very few people could enter this place.
There might not even be one in a thousand years.
“It is said that those branches are a part of the venerable willow deity’s body. I don’t know if they are real or fake!”
Mi Xin Lu looked at the branches on the island in front of him and said.
“Let’s go.”