Chaotic Winter Melon Essence

"Sect Master Uncle is just a mortal, who just happens to have his own 'billion' interpretations of various spells."
Atop Misty Peak, the sect's senior disciple was educating the new beginners.
At that moment, Sect Leader Ye Feng, holding a blade of grass, waved it gently, and a fierce Sword Qi split the sky in two, revealing a dark spatial rift that was difficult to heal, frightening the gods above.
The new disciple pointed at the sky, shocked, "And you told me the Sect Leader is just a mortal?"

The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Yin Rurong admitted that she had thoughts of betrayal.


In her mind, countless terrifying thoughts flashed by, making her gaze turn ice-cold and ruthless.


"Without Sacred Arms, my path injuries are impossible to recover."


"Of course, I could wait for the return of the Old Saint Masters; their strength would surely be able to eliminate my path injuries."


"However, the problem is that the Old Saint Masters have been out for thousands of years, and I cannot wait another few thousand years."


"So, if I want to quickly erase my path injuries, there is only one way, that is… to betray Shenzhou and join the Celestial Clan."


"They control the Thunder Pool Grand Hall, and if I can enter it, I can undergo tribulation and become a saint."


After much thought, she made her decision.


"Shenzhou doesn't even have a Supreme Saint, while the Celestial Clan has Saintly Venerables who can burst Heavenly Dao, even a fool knows where to stand."


Chapter 823: A Chance Encounter with Feng Chuan, Instant Rapport, Sudden Surge in Numbers