No Change at All
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The three days ended in the blink of an eye.
The floating mountain range in the center of the Thousand Holy Islands was the most majestic. It towered over the sea and rose up into the sky. Pavilions and towers were everywhere outside the mountain. It was like an otherworldly palace or a whole city. There were countless relics and cultivation paradises. This was the Holy Zhi Palace, passed down the ages. It was a true holy land.
The Holy River had thousands of mountains. These all belonged to the Holy Zhi Palace. However, people usually called this one mountain by the Holy Zhi Palace because only the core disciples could cultivate on that island. Regular disciples couldn't enter without permission. They could only cultivate with an elder on one of the other islands. Other than that, they would occasionally have the chance to listen to a palace elder's lectures on the Holy Island or cultivate in a relic.