Lotus Platform Mountain.
Thirty-six Lotus Leaf Mountains, thirty-six Major Sects, each occupying a peak. The time for the Martial Arts Conference had arrived, yet there was still one vacant spot.
"It's Vajra Temple! That bunch of monks has never once been on time."
Zhou Feihong, robed in a long gown with a wisp of crimson flame coiling around his body, frowned.
"Hahaha, Vajra Temple is in chaos right now. Even Dharma Zen, the so‑called strongest Three-star Elder, has gone out. They're scouring the world for their lost Relic; where would they find the time to attend the Martial Arts Conference? Just start already!"
Within Thunder Shock Sect, Wu Wanli sat cross‑legged atop a pitch-black giant python, grinning as he spoke.
The giant python under him was unimaginably huge, its body nearly coiled around half of Lotus Leaf Peak. Even the sect's own Elders and disciples were three parts in awe of this demonic beast and dared not approach.
