East Sea.
Li Qinghong rode upon the water veins, returning all the way from Zhu Lu Sea. Only upon reaching the coastal waters did she break through the surface, then flew for a few days more, the sky above gradually becoming lively.
Li Qinghong had traveled but a few miles riding thunder when she sensed mana surging from all directions, spirit mechanism highly unstable. She swept her gaze about—everywhere dharma light flowed, dazzlingly bustling.
"They've really fought it into this state…"
With the commotion at hand, Li Qinghong could only restrain her radiance, lower her speed, fly a little higher, and continue westward. Along the way, she witnessed many battles.
There were immortal cultivators locked in combat, their brilliance vivid and intense; there were also demon cultivators clashing, a scene of utter chaos. She even glimpsed familiar sect silhouettes.
