On a lush green peak deep in the Great Mythic Mountain Range.

When the numerous disciples of the Cangxuan Sect arrived, the originally peaceful mountain turned into a buzzing hub of activity. Several glowing figures appeared on the mountain top, revealing themselves to be the rest of the Chosen currently led by Kong Sheng and Li Qingchan.

The many disciples quickly greeted them.

Li Qingchan’s eyes swept across the group as she gave a faint nod of approval. “Not bad. It’s a little surprising that you guys managed to reach this place without suffering many losses.”

She clearly understood how difficult it was for the chief disciples to lead their teams here. At times, it was not impossible for even an entire team to be wiped out.

All seven chief disciples were present, and although they had suffered some losses, it was already an almost perfect result.

“Compared to the Sacred Palace, our losses are nearly negligible.” Chu Qing gestured...