In the second Ancestral Land, the thick mystery of the third layer enveloped everything. It was like an illusion, but it was also somehow real. It was erratic, and one could not see the surrounding path.
At that moment, the fog began to surge, as if it had been expelled by someone. A moment later, an empty space appeared, and some people sat cross-legged on the floor.
They were from the Fallen Immortal Clan.
The leader was a middle-aged man. He stood quietly and looked at the people who were meditating.
Their bodies surged with power as if they were breaking through to a new realm.
Some strange phenomena were faintly discernible.
Their magic treasures had an obvious reaction, indicating that the upper limit here had changed.
It was the best time to advance.
However, he did not know how long it would take for him to advance. This place was extraordinary. Perhaps there was another kind of help.