When Yang Xiaotian and the others arrived at the mountain range where the Holy Temple was located, the sky had not yet fully brightened.
But atop the mountains, it was already a dense sea of people.
Wave after wave of humanity, stretching to the horizon.
The Holy Temple, perched atop the highest peak of the mountain range, bathed in sunlight, radiating colors like a rainbow, exuding strands of brilliance.
Around the Holy Temple were mainly seven mountain ranges.
On each range stood formidable warriors from every continent.
Yang Xiaotian and senior brother Teng Yi flew towards the mountain range belonging to the Three Pure Continents.
Although the mountain range of the Three Pure Continents was already crowded, there was still a large vacant space at the forefront reserved for Hongmeng Academy.
"Your Highness the Saint!"
"Dean!"
The people of the Three Pure Continents were thrilled to see Yang Xiaotian and Teng Yi arrive.
