"This is the Myriad Images Sect..." Ning Zhuo gazed around intently.
The surroundings are dreamlike and mystical, clouds swirling, peaks towering, akin to a fairyland.
The most striking are the eight major peaks, each with its own mystical scenery, soaring into the clouds, towering and imposing, like giants standing at the horizon, the clouds gently brushing their waists.
On the Array Peak, mysterious lights shimmer, cunningly forming layer upon layer of array maps mid-air, appearing and disappearing. Each layer of Array Plate slowly rotates, with numerous talismans like stars, also like swimming fish, shuttling between array maps. A group of cultivators, each with a Golden Core Cultivation, some manipulating talismans, filling the array maps, while others mobilize mana, weaving array lines out of thin air.
