Seven days later at the Celestial Paradise.

The auspicious atmosphere had returned to this place. Even the collapsed peaks have been rebuilt by someone with an amazing technique. Spirit springs gave birth to trees of different colors - purple, green red…

Bells could be occasionally heard again among the ninety-nine peaks. Huge beasts were flying in the clouds and issued their wild roars. Handsome cultivators rode their swords into the sky. Some old men with gray hair and beard came with their cranes.

In just seven days, the smoke-filled battlefield had turned into a scene of immortals.

A proverb fits this situation perfectly: Small a mountain may be, with an immortal it shall be famous. Shallow a river may be, with a dragon it shall be glorious. 

The appearance of an Enlightened Being was enough to turn the Celestial Paradise into a true holy land for cultivation. Due to the spirit vein underground, the energy here grew thicker by the days.

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