The Flying Boat sailed unimpeded into the Holy Blood Sect's Blessed Land. It swiftly passed over several Mortal Cities before landing in front of the sect's grand and imposing main gate.
Du Youqian put away the Flying Boat and looked up.
A massive archway that seemed to be formed from white clouds occupied nearly half the sky.
It was just like a celestial gate—solemn, majestic, and towering high above, reaching straight into the Nine Heavens.
The sight alone was enough to make one feel ashamed of their own insignificance.
Some Low Tier Cultivators from other sects didn't even dare to look up when they arrived here.
Because one glance up might make their legs go weak, robbing them of the courage to move forward.
Du Youqian squinted, observed it for a long while, then smiled and strode forward.
'This time, I'll slay a powerful foe and cross swords with the best of them. Then, once I've made a name for myself, I'll lie low and stay hidden until I reach Core Formation.'
