Chapter 779

In that vast Cultivation World shrouded by clouds and mist, imbued with the essence of Immortals, lies a mysterious and solemn place—the home of the Shingo Sect.

On this day, sunlight pierced through the thin veil of clouds, casting its golden radiance upon the majestic gates of the Shingo Sect, endowing the entire sect with a touch of divine aura. In front of the gates, a spacious square paved with orderly bluestones stretched out, each slab seemingly recounting the passage of time and the sect's splendid history.

At this moment, a group of cultivators clad in gorgeous attire stood at the center of the square, their gazes bright and expressions proud. Leading them was an elder of extraordinary temperament. He was dressed in a moon-white robe embroidered with exquisite runes and patterns that fluttered in the breeze, as if containing endless power. With a tall crown on his head, his countenance was benevolent, yet bore an undeniable authority.