Lin Yun followed Bai Qingyu outside the courtyard. Bai Qingyu wore a grave expression as she pointed in a direction, “There!”

Even without Bai Qingyu’s reminder, Lin Yun had already seen it. He squinted with shock in his eyes. A blue pillar of light pierced through the thirty-six layers of heaven in the northwest. The beam of light was majestic, like a mountain with starlight scattering about. Around the pillar of light were phantoms of legendary beasts coiling around it.

The pillar of light looked close, but it was far. This was because the pillar of light was too majestic, higher than all the mountain ranges within the Eastern Desolation. As a result, everyone within the Eastern Desolation could see the blue light as long as they raised their heads. It was a spectacular scene like an immortal realm.

“It appeared three days ago, and all the holy lands have set off in advance. This place is at the edge of the God Burial Mountain Range,” Bai Qingyu said.

Lin Yun retracted his gaze and said, “Has the sect decided who will participate in the Blue Dragon Record?”

Bai Qingyu said, “Theoretically, all of the saint disciples...