Great Sun Sword Sect.
Here, surrounded by mountains, numerous Fourth-Order Spiritual Veins converged, shrouded in mist and clouds—a truly Immortal Holy Land, the location of the strongest sect of the Northern Plains, the final bastion of the Northern Plains Human Race.
In the most central towering mountain peak, a place where many supreme Fourth-Order Spiritual Veins gathered.
Immortal Jianyang sat upright on a stone platform.
His appearance was dignified and ancient, every movement commanded attention, obedience, submission, such that even an Immortal of Nascent Soul in his presence would scarcely dare to speak loudly.
"Tianyang, how much strength does your Great Sun Dharma Sect have left?"
Immortal Jianyang asked indifferently.
In front of him stood a kindly-looking elderly Taoist, crowned in a high headdress, holding a starry, luminescent whisk, deep in thought, silent, pondering something.
This person was the Supreme Elder of the Great Sun Dharma Sect, Tianyang Immortal.