With such a grand array, it's hard to say if the aftermath of the war between the Heavenly Court and Heaven Patching Sect could wipe out all within ten thousand miles.
Three thousand miles to the east.
In the sky.
Zhou Yi stood atop a cloud, gazing distantly at the Heavenly Mountain, his thoughts in turmoil.
Those years past, being cast out from the Heavenly Court, expelled from the Three Sects—who wouldn't bear resentment? Though he had since regarded it lightly, now that the chance to recover all he had lost was within reach, how could his spirit not soar with elation!
Moo!
The yellow ox let out a long bellow, knowing Zhou Yi's roots and thus understanding the meaning of this scene, inquiring whether Zhou Yi wished to intervene.
"Let the Heavenly Court and Heaven Patching Sect clash for now—let's probe the depths of this Immortal Sect!"
