Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses

Chapter 409: Chapter 409: The Darkest Years



Above the vast ocean, clouds surged like a scene from an Immortal Realm, and a towering peak stood in the sea with Immortal Birds circling around.

Atop the mountain shone a dazzling golden light from a gigantic Golden Mirror, spinning and sweeping beams of light in all directions.

Below the Golden Mirror lay a spacious and bright dojo, paved with white jade. Tens of thousands sat in meditation, all from the Heaven and Earth Flying Immortal Realm.

The majority meditated with closed eyes, while a few looked towards the front where a majestic figure sat in meditation before the Golden Mirror, his presence alone stretching a hundred yards high.

Mortal World God!

Clad in a black Daoist robe, holding a horsetail whisk, his half-white hair bundled behind his head with jade pins, his face weathered as if worn by the ages, he emitted an immense and boundless aura of Daoist Sorcery simply by sitting there.

"Mortal God, now that the world is in chaos, when will we, the followers of Divine Dao, descend the mountain to save the world?"

An elder suddenly spoke out, prompting everyone to open their eyes and collectively gaze at the Mortal World God.

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