The Ji Family and the Flickering Light Sacred Land's great figures had arrived. Taixuan Sect's Head Elder and many ancestors all personally went to greet them.
Zhuo Peak was still covered in overgrown weeds and withered vines, the temple halls completely broken. But today it had attracted such powerful existences.
Nine green flood dragons were flying through the sky. They looked like they were made of molten iron, their green scales flickering with a shocking strength. They were pulling a golden war chariot that rumbled around with an oppressive air. It looked as if it had come right out of ancient drawings.
The Flickering Light Sacred Land and the Ji Family had jointly come together, taking just one chariot, both parties appearing at Zhuo Peak.
Many experts of the 108 main peaks were startled, and many Elders gazed over.
