893 Vermillion Nightmare Eight Transformations

In the blink of an eye, it had been 300,000 years since Jing Qiu transcended.

Myriad Ancient Sacred World, within the rear mountain of Green Peng Sect inside the cavern-dwelling cultivation room of Daoist Elder.

There was an incense lighted. The fragrance pervaded within the cultivation room. Xue Ying sat cross-legged on a praying mat in his white robe. He was currently cultivating the ancient cultivation 'Vermillion Nightmare inheritance'. A fiery red bird illusion bore out from Xue Ying's body before spreading its wings apart. The fiery red aura spread out in all directions, and there was an indistinct world appearing amidst this aura.

Suddenly, a resounding cry sounded within the cultivation room. It had even transmitted out of the room, easily reaching out to the entire Green Peng Sect. All the cultivators within Green Peng Sect felt their souls fluctuating slightly before turning back to normal.

"What is happening?"