Above the platform, the dragon-shaped warships, the ancient chariots, and the monstrous beasts were all separately suspended in the air. All of them looked dignified, completely displaying the power and prestige of the Three Holy Lands.
"Ha-ha..."
Suddenly, a nonchalant but majestic voice rang out in the air.
"It is said that this time, the Flame Holy Land is very likely to send its disciples to the Wild Herb Valley to participate in the herb collection. I don't know if they have arrived yet."
A man, who was about thirty-five years old, slowly walked out from one of the chariots of the Vasteras Holy Land. His oddly long blonde hair flowed smoothly, and his body, which glowed with mighty and robust pressure, made him look like a sun god.
He was followed by more than two hundred disciples, each of whom was a young cultivator. They all held their heads up, looking so domineering as if they were the most superior ones around.
"Oh? Sebastian, if what you said is true about the disciples of Flame Holy Land really joining the herb collection, I believe that the upcoming journey will be much more exciting this time."
Meanwhile, in the group of the Arcane Holy Land, a man clad in white robes walked out. His body glowed with a touch of rosy light, and his temperament looked so unworldly. He seemed so vigorous and robust as if he could cut through all things with those sharp eyes as cold as the stars in the night.
Behind him stood two or three hundred young disciples of the Arcane Holy Land in a straight line. Judging from their long and steady breathing, they were unquestionably strong and talented warriors with outstanding record and performance.
"Hahaha...
If those bastards from the Flame Holy Land dare to get out, the disciples of our Arcane Holy Land will teach them a good lesson!
However, I don't believe that Mad Old Man is willing to let his disciples take such a risk."
Suddenly, a tall, big, and beefy man from the Rudimentary Holy Land stepped out. He had thick eyebrows and ferocious, bloodthirsty eyes like that of a leopard's. His tenacious and muscular body, which exuded a horrible aura, was unmatched by any other warriors.
Behind this brawny man were also two or three hundred disciples who bore extraordinary and unyielding spirits.
"Oh, are the disciples of the Flame Holy Land going to participate in the herb collection this time?
I just can't believe that!"
"You know, words on the ground that several elders of the Flame Holy Land have re-emerged and started to rebuild their sect. They have recruited many disciples from various places of the East Mainland and trained them secretly. So, the rumor must be true!"
"The Flame Holy Land has perished for more than a thousand years, but unexpectedly, its inheritance has not been cut off. In fact, it has been secretly passed down."
On the platform, the disciples of those prominent or ordinary sects discussed in lower voices upon hearing the discussion of the Three Holy Lands.
After all, a holy land that had vanished for more than a thousand years, and suddenly reappeared in the East Mainland was indeed a piece of breaking news for everyone.
At the same time, on the platform, more than fifty disciples of the Flame Holy Land who were mixed among the crowds all felt very indignant to hear the commotion.
Austin couldn't help but suppress a bitter smile on his lips.
The disciples of the Flame Holy Land did not seem to be so popular in the East Mainland.
In fact, the sect was severely restrained and dominated by the Three Holy Lands and other major sects of the East Mainland that mere public presence of its disciples would stir a commotion.
Even the disciples from other sects––although weaker in cultivation base––would dare to confidently walk in front of the public without having to hide their real identity.
Yet, the disciples of the Flame Holy Land, although stronger, had to hide their identity. At this point, it was clearly evident how they were unpopular among the entire East Mainland.
"Look, the channel into the Wild Herb Valley seems to be opening soon!"
someone in the crowd excitingly shouted all of a sudden.
As a result, everyone's attention diverted to the threshold of the platform, where a thick fog was rolling and spreading in different directions.
In the grey mist was a vague valley entrance that could be faintly seen.
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