Yang Qi stepped out of the teleportation portal to find himself in a vast land of pure whiteness.

Spirit energy abounded here, as well as the most ancient of auras. Stooping down, he scooped up a handful of soil and rubbed it between his fingers. It was grainy, and filled with life force, to the point where it almost seemed like some sort of spirit medicine that could be directly consumed.

The quality of this soil vastly surpassed anything from the Rich-Lush Continent.

“This place is a holy land,” he said. He then shook his head. “If the Rich-Lush Continent can ever become like this, I’ll be very happy.”

Yan Wubing looked around at the surrounding lands. “Welcome to the Plateau of the Leviathan. This entire land was once an actual leviathan from primeval times. He fused his flesh, blood, and quintessence energy into a plane, in the hopes of using the energy boost to become a Demi-Immortal. Unfortunately, he failed and perished, and his remains became this place. Later, the August Patriarch brought this land to this location to become a subsidiary ‘peak’ of the Hanging Mountain.

“Young Master, I'm aware you hope to improve the Rich-Lush Continent, so keep in mind what happened here.”

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