"If there really is a fairyland in this world, I'm afraid that it is what it looks like."
Ranjeet muttered to himself.
In front of him, the green mountain was beautiful, and the water was azure. One could see the bottom of the river at a glance. On the bottom of the river were smooth pebbles that emitted multicoloured light. Those were definitely not ordinary rocks. The fish swam in the water, and the surface of the fish's body was very glossy, giving it a very vivid appearance.
There were quite a few log cabins built on the green mountain and beautiful river. Some people were running in front of the log cabins, just like ordinary people without any appearance of cultivators, but everyone knew that this was the Hong Clan, and not a single person could be an ordinary person.
On the green mountain, there was a spirit deer jumping and its horn shining. It was not afraid of people at all. When the children caught up with the spirit deer, it carried the children and shuttled through the mountains.
The spring was incomparably clear. A young man walked to the side of the clear spring and took some water to drink, showing a look of enjoyment.
This place was a paradise of the human world, and it gave off a scene of harmony.
The mountains were continuous. Looking back along the continuous mountains, the mountains behind were already hidden in the clouds, as if they were in the clouds, leading straight to the Heaven Realm.
"That spirit deer looks so fat and beautiful."
Ranjeetwas salivating. The fairyland that he just talked about was not for the scenery here, but for the shining spiritual deer and tender fish.
The middle- aged man shook his head. "Our ancestors have protected a region and left behind great merit. We have enjoyed great merit and everyone in the Hong Clan is vegetarian."
The words of the middle-aged man meant that he was warning Ranjeet not to have any desires for the animals.
However, when Ranjeet heard this, he didn't understand this meaning at all. He only felt sorry for the Hong Clan. These delicacies couldn't be enjoyed, but if they didn't eat them, then he could eat them! The middle-aged man in golden armour stretched out his hand and pointed at the green mountain. "Henry, the person you want to see is there."
Henry nodded slightly, he got up and flew to the green mountain, followed by the others.
There was a large platform on the mountain and 12 stone statues stood on the platform. Each stone statue was shaped like a human. This was the one that the Hong Clan had made great contributions to.
In front of the twelve statues, a person was sitting. Her short hair was already long, and her eyes were slightly closed. She was especially quiet as if everything had nothing to do with her. It was Sylvia.
A white-haired figure stood in front of Sylvia. In front of him were clouds and mist. The white-haired figure shot past the clouds, and his eyes began to shine brightly.
"He's coming!"
The old man's eyes were fixed, and then he waved his hand suddenly.
A huge barrier of light enveloped the mountain.
"Henry, since you've come, it means that you've thought it through, so let's start!"
The elder's hollow voice echoed through the air.
Henry's and others' figures were covered outside the light shield. The powerful energy from the light shield made them feel powerless.
The Metaphysics bloodline was so powerful.
At that time, with Sylvia's strength, she would be able to fight two late-stage Divine Cloud experts by herself after awakening her bloodline. Now that this old man from the Hong Clan had displayed his might, he was simply too terrifying.
Not to mention the Saint, just the strength of the Hong Clan alone was enough incentive for the various forces in the Vast Thousand Worlds to pay their respects.
Henry took a deep breath and said slowly, "I want to see her again!"
A hollow sound came, which was a response from Henry.
"Love is the most difficult thing. The more you two meet, the more difficult it will be. The Saint of my clan works for the common people in the world. Henry, let's begin!"
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