The Promise Between Cultivators

For the past 1000 years, no disciple of the Myriad Flower School was allowed to enter the Perilous Stronghold except for the sect leader and the Grand Elder.

Among the five upright sects and all the other sects in the world, the Myriad Flower School's Perilous Stronghold was the most mysterious. Even when Ling Qingyun took over the position as the head of the five upright sects, he had never heard about this place from the previous sect leader.

The Perilous Stronghold was a huge basin. There were many depressions in it. The basin was like a huge mouth on a huge plain, roaring toward the sky.

However, since the stronghold was called Perilous, it meant that this was no ordinary basin.

Ling Qingyun was currently standing at the edge of the basin. She was frowning as she peered down.

Countless colorful butterflies were dancing in the air, forming a colorful ribbon that interweaved over the basin. It was a beautiful sight!