‘My god… What the hell is this realm?! Heavens… I can’t believe this whatsoever!!! No wonder, no wonder nobody ever survived Danxia Temple’s depths!’

‘The Eight Great Deadlands, truly deserving to be called the Eight Great Deadlands! I keep on looking forward to the cultivation world’s vastness more!’

‘This commander defies the heavens! Friggin’ awesome! Late Qi Condensation! He was actually able to come out with so many people!’

‘Isn’t this unlikely? How is this narration from the Xingtian Legion’s Commander? Wouldn’t there be other things that they want to keep secret?’

‘Hehe, upstairs, are you crazy? If there’s a problem, it’s the afternoon right now. Why isn’t a single clan talking about the seven a.m post?’

‘That’s right! This is tacit approval! Haha, I’ve always been Yangyu’s fan!’

However, among these threads, there was one person’s post who was followed by countless messages!

‘This cultivation world is large, very large. Fellow Daoists, I hope we can still make an effort together. A thousand entered Danxia Temple, and young friend Xu in particular came out alive with his team. I’ll drink to that.’ [1]

These words were simple, but also brief. Placed in the boundless posting space, they were completely inconspicuous. The poster ID was an extremely rare sight. The poster’s rank wasn’t high, but his name… 

Daomaster Cloudcrane!!!

If this name appeared, perhaps a good...