Zhu Lu Sea, Sect Spring Island.
Clouds drift above Sect Spring Island, the air damp with mist, a high bronze Dharma Altar stands tall, its lines complex and intricate, carved with various patterns of rain, mist, and thunderbolts. The color of the bluestone and bronze iron shone in reflection.
Li Qinghong had cultivated here for more than ten years. It was inconvenient to come and go, so she asked Zong Yan to build another Dharma Altar on this land, which was a reward for the people on the island.
She slowly stood up, with thunder flowing over her Jade Armor, and around her, the copper and silver statues flickered with Thunder Light, spurting towards her, flowing down from her jade sleeves on her wrists.
Li Qinghong had been in closed-door cultivation here, and over the past ten-plus years, her strength had gradually increased, her aura becoming more refined.
