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

Watching this miniature continent that could be lifted with just a finger, the Ancient Holy God suddenly felt it was so heavy.


This was the only remaining clan of his people!


Although the Power Clan only inherited part of the Ancient Giant God Clan's bloodline, they were still his descendants.


The feeling of seeing one's clan was indeed different.


The Ancient Holy God took the Power Clan's continent and thought for a moment before looking at Ye Feng, "In my current state, I'm afraid I'm not well-suited to settle them. Perhaps you could place them near Hardwood Plains?"


"Of course, that's no problem," Ye Feng immediately agreed.


Since the last time Misty Peak was promoted to a Holy Grade Spirit Vein, the space within the Sumeru Array had expanded to tens of thousands of miles.


Such a large area could easily accommodate the Power Clan's lands, which spanned thousands of miles.


Chapter 972: Settling the Power Clan, The Exceptionally Talented Ji Ziling