This time, he would definitely take the matter seriously.
He observed this realm:
Great witches were not adept at Primordial Spirit Dao, and immortals struggled to find the fruit of longevity.
Ultimately, they were just a ragtag bunch, merely mediocre.
Daoist Luya this time chose a female immortal, a delicate bird flying into her neck; her Primordial Spirit trembled lightly, trampled by the bird on top of her head.
She then continued meditating, her demeanor unchanged, her breath steady, the effect could be said to be perfect.
Daoist Luya sighed inwardly.
If it were ancient times, he would never need to resort to such despicable tricks.
Alas...
Watch as this giant Silver Shuttle speeds ahead, nearing the Misty Realm.
Suddenly!
Ding-dong—
Daoist Luya heard a female immortal's announcement:
"Attention all Daoist friends, we are about to arrive at the scenic and Spiritual Energy-rich Misty Realm, thank you for your cooperation during these eighty-six hours.
