On the immortal vessel, the cultivators' hearts and spirits intertwined as they quietly discussed the fortuitous opportunities of the Immortal Mountain, their expressions growing more expectant.
Du Han stood at a corner of the immortal vessel, his figure tall and straight, his expression indifferent, his aura restrained like an abyss, not competing for glory with the others. Only in his gaze would a fleeting hint of coldness sometimes flash through, like a sharp blade sheathed, its edge withdrawn.
"Immortal Mountain! Truly something to look forward to!" he whispered in his heart, his expression unchanged, but a hint of determination hidden in his eyes.
For these twenty thousand years, he was quite low-key, unconcerned with worldly matters, wholeheartedly focused on bitter cultivation, not daring to slack even a little.
In this current Immortal Dao Great Era, the Immortal Mountain connects many Grand Thousand Worlds, gathering mighty figures from across the heavens.
