Along the way, countless cultivators were in action.
Their direction of travel was identical to that of Ji Chen and his companion, all heading towards Purple Jing Mountain.
Before long, an endless mountain range appeared before Ji Chen.
Looking over, he saw ancient trees towering everywhere, with flowers and grass covering the ground, and the branches and leaves were all a strange purple color, which inevitably felt somewhat eerie.
This was Purple Jing Mountain.
At this moment, the outskirts of the mountain were already crowded with many cultivators from all over the world coming here.
Not only from the local forces of Celestial Swift Star, but also many strong figures from Sacred Lands and noble families from various realms of Daoxuan had arrived, converging like clouds.
Clearly, they seemed to know some secrets related to Purple Jing Mountain and did not want to miss this trip.
