Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

It was a bustling scene in the wide roads of Rainbow Spirit Mountain. It was the peak of activity atop the powerful mountain that was under the control of the Time Immemorial Sect.

Under their watchful gaze, not a single being went out of line as they oversaw one of the richest Mountains in the World of Cultivation.

Near the bottom of Rainbow Spirit Mountain was an area full of colorful lights as all sorts of portals were spread out cleanly in a circular formation. These portals allowed for the transfer of beings from the subordinate worlds that the World of Cultivation had their reach in, as well as other powerful worlds they were on friendly terms with.

Beings of all sorts of species came and went from this Transfer Zone as they spread out all over the Rainbow Spirit Mountain to conduct their business. Cultivators dressed in a variety of colorful robes from differing sects were strolling through in a grandiose manner as the elemental particles in the air followed them happily.

Disciples of various sects were moving in groups and cheerfully discussing current events, while other more powerful beings considered to be Formation Masters and Pill Masters had extravagant buildings where they conducted their business.

Along with the cultivators, Magi with powerful runes surrounding them were occupying some of the smaller shops near the bottom of the mountain selling their alchemical creations and weapons that were unique to the Magus World. These were the ruthless beings from the Magus World known for their powerful magic and unique creations as they strived to find the truth of the universe.

In a particular portal that let out a reddish hue, creatures of the night that were rarely seen in other worlds were constantly transferring in and out of the gateway to either sell or buy their own products. Their bodies were renowned for their extensive strength, making them horrible enemies to fight in close quarters. These were the beings of immense strength that drew their power from powerful Bloodlines, the beings from the Underworld.

A variety of species ranging from powerful Lycans with robust bodies of humanoid wolves to the race of the masters of blood that was the Vampyres, all were moving peacefully among other beings in the Rainbow Spirit Mountain.

held a hub of diversity and collection of strong beings trading and sharing information with one another. Different sources of strengths were discussed

the many Sects of the World of Cultivation carried. There had been very few incidences as nobody dared to cause issues with powerful beings

snaking upwards with Shops, Inns, Pill Pavilions, Jadesmiths, and

the services would become. One would even be able to set their eyes on a Supreme Weapon whenever the extravagant auctions held by the Time

sect, with taxes being imposed on everything. This allowed for extreme wealth and power to be condensed in

a hegemony over the areas surrounding

barely be considered a legible place of business. An old man wearing ragged robes with soot covering half of his face was holding a cane and standing beside this stall selling his wares. His eyes seemed grey and cloudy as a hoarse voice periodically came out of his scratchy throat to advertise

by this dilapidated stall without sparing a glance as

Uncle of the scheming disciple you put in place not too long ago? He's apparently selling a Legacy

from the stall, a group of Cultivators wearing wine-colored robes were passing by and chatting happily. The group was surrounding a certain Senior Brother and pampering

the mood turned sour, their Senior Brother's face losing its smile and

on this mountain? After your daughter's schemes of betrayal were found out by me and she was punished accordingly, I thought

he spoke disrespectful words to someone more powerful

red at the mention of his daughter, as an oppressive aura at the TRANSCENDENT level

So why don't you pack