My Master
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Cultivators from all walks of life in the city of the ruins continued to converge here, and Ye Futian was still there.
At the time of the Battle of the Celestial Gate of Vast Heaven, everyone dispersed and were sent to different regions by the divine matrix, so that everyone was separated from those that they knew.
This time, it was an opportunity to gather together again.
The bell resounded through the Nine Realms, and even the 3,000 Realms of the Great Path would know of the news. This once-in-fifty-years feast would attract all those who were interested.
At least, it was possible that Yu Sheng would be here.
He had been cultivating at the Dragon clan, and there was no way of knowing how he was in his cultivation.
The demonic clan in the Heavenly Mandate Realm had not yet arrived.