The rich seven-colored light spewed forth and swept over everyone standing on the plaza.
Except for the elders whose cultivation reached the Void Path Realm, the True Disciples at the Primordial Spirit Realm were all instantly drawn in.
A sensation like falling into a deep abyss enveloped everyone.
Ning Qi was surrounded by the seven-colored light, and when he saw daylight again, he was on a hill.
The hill was lush with grass and trees, connecting the fields and streams, resembling a paradise isolated from the world.
A gentle breeze swept by, ruffling Ning Qi's white clothes as he soared upward, gazing at the vast landscape.
On Qingqiu Mountain, the green grass was like a carpet, and flowers bloomed abundantly, even the wildflowers and weeds stored quite a bit of spiritual qi.
There were also spirit medicines mixed in; Ning Qi picked one, which was ancient and potent.
