In the morning, Mist River resounded with the chilling sound of swords, the sunlight descended with warmth.
The silhouette of Grotto Heaven, three meters in diameter, disappeared into the swirling entrance filled with golden-red light.
The Wandao Sect's senior disciple, upon inheriting the position of Saint Heir, immediately displayed his strong prowess, but they didn't think the Demon Clan would just watch them enter quietly.
The unknown Grotto Heaven held countless rare treasures; those who enter first naturally have the advantage.
Therefore, without wasting any time, everyone swiftly flew into the Grotto Heaven, not hesitating for a moment.
"Holy Daughter, Holy Daughter..."
At the Qingmiao Palace, Zhou Lan watched Zhu Nanzhi, who was full of little stars in her eyes, feeling helpless.
"Holy Daughter!" Zhou Lan raised her voice, and seeing Zhu Nanzhi finally respond a little, quickly said, "We're about to enter the Grotto Heaven."
"Oh..."
