Transmigrated Somehow
Editor: Atlas Studios
At night, the stars were like water, hanging on the horizon.
The Immortal Sacred Land was still brightly lit and bustling. Many buildings and facilities were filled with technology, making it seem out of place in this world.
At this moment, in the quiet bamboo forest, the Immortal Sacred Master was sitting upright in a pavilion. His bearing was deep and lofty, and he seemed dignified without being angry. However, he gave others a gentle feeling, and he could be said to be unpredictable.
Opposite him, Qin Jue had also sat down. The two of them had deep eyes and were full of curiosity about each other.
How many years had it been?
The Immortal Sacred Master sighed. Ever since he had advanced to the Great Sage Stage thousands of years ago, he had never encountered a worthy opponent again. Now, even if the other seven Sacred Masters joined forces, they would still be far from being his match.