But the Immortal Throne he sat upon was different from the rest; it was modified from the Altar, vast and imposing, towering high above, releasing endless streams of white Qi below, which transformed into countless forms.
This white Qi, too, was what he gained over these years from witnessing Zifu breakthroughs and the interventions of Golden Core cultivators, merged with Immortal Techniques, truly containing the marvelous mysteries of Metal Nature—probably even a Perfected Lord would be stunned to see it.
Once everything was meticulously arranged, he sat quietly, casting Wumu Maha before the Hall, his face radiating a dazzling brilliance.
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Wumu Lianmin's consciousness gradually cleared. What entered his sight was a stretch of gleaming white ground, its surface smooth and transparent; through the pale surface, brilliant white patterns could be seen, so striking at a glance they made his head ache.
