The heavens shall be reincarnated.

The 37-story glazed Pagoda was covered with patterns of humans, demons, spirits, and hundreds of races.

On every floor, there were crystal clear Hawkbill bells.

It swayed slowly in the wind and rain, making a pleasant sound.

The door of the tower was closed, and no one could be heard. Only a blood light flew past, and the invitation was thrown into the gate of the heavy sea sect.

In a moment, the Li clan came to welcome them. The glazed Pagoda opened, and a group of gray-robed cultivators walked out.

These cultivators were all silent, and they wore tower-shaped ornaments of different materials and levels on their waists.

When they saw Madam li, they nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, " "There are losses and gains in creation, and heaven is a cycle. Fellow Daoists, all living beings are stubborn and rebellious. I'm afraid the world is getting more and more difficult."