"Could this possibly be the Purple Palace sea of consciousness of an ancient divine spirit?!" Ji Qingzhu muttered, her expression a mix of shock and uncertainty. She had no time to dwell on it, for the scene before her quickly left her utterly astounded.
The sacred territory on the other side, deep within the divine sea, was not particularly vast; it was merely an island mountain. Ji Qingzhu was the first to set foot upon it, walking briskly toward the valley, which was the only one in this place.
The valley was sacred and ethereal. Golden ripples billowed forth like an erupting volcano, surging with a formidable vitality that refracted ten thousand strands of auspicious multicolored mist, while swirling with primordial chaos miasma all around.
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