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

The Ancient Holy God originally belonged to the Tianzhou region of the Three Thousand Realms.


But after the great war that took place ten thousand years ago, the Ancient Giant God Clan had vanished, and what was once called home now seems like a distant, unfamiliar land.


And Shenzhou, which now hosts the presence of people like Qiao Jiaxi, the Power Clan, and Ye Feng, will become his second hometown.


He does not wish for a crisis to occur here.


Even less does he hope for the Power Clan to follow in the tragic footsteps of the Ancient Giant God Clan, facing annihilation that was too horrific to behold.


The Ancient Holy God sighed wistfully, tore through the void, and vanished into the dimension.


Ye Feng allowed the Heavenly Path Spiritual Monkey to stand on his shoulders as they both looked into the distance, facing the wind, contemplating the future.


Beneath the giant Thousand-Year Ancient Pine Tree,


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