C157 Divine Arts

Nestled in a tranquil valley, a plethora of precious spiritual herbs flourished.

The scent was intoxicating, with a single breath promising to enhance one's cultivation.

Clearly untouched by others, only small Fellbeasts inhabited the area.

A golden light zipped through the air, halting above the valley.

Yang Yutian's eyes gleamed: "These are all precious herbs