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.

trading and sharing information with one another. Different sources of strengths were discussed as every single being tried to become increasingly stronger

many Sects of the World of Cultivation carried. There had been very few incidences as

Spirit Mountain, there were many paths snaking upwards with Shops, Inns, Pill Pavilions, Jadesmiths, and many more spectacular services built

higher up the mountain one went, the more exotic and expensive the services would become. One would even be able to set their eyes on

imposed on everything. This allowed for extreme wealth and power to be condensed in the hands of any Sect that held control of

made the Time Immemorial Sect a hegemony over the areas

small stall that could 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

continued to pass by this dilapidated stall without sparing

that the Martial Uncle of the scheming disciple you put in place

a certain Senior Brother and pampering him up in any way possible as one of them made a mistake and pointed out the dilapidated stall at

gazes land on him as the mood turned sour, their Senior Brother's face losing its smile and turning towards the stall. His

After your daughter's schemes of betrayal were found out by

proud as he spoke disrespectful words to someone

shined a tinge of red at the mention of his daughter, as an oppressive aura at the TRANSCENDENT level erupted out from him. Senior Disciple Brother Carl sneered at this as he threw his head back

your lives. So why don't you pack up these fake treasures and stop souring the mood of