Make the Immortal Sect Great Again

” As Wang Ping’s voice fell, a towering tome slowly flipped open. Whether it be grotto-heavens and blessed lands, the mundane world, princes and ministers, or the myriad immortals and Buddhas of the heavens—they were all nothing more than scrolls within the book, the cultivation resources for him, the Master of the Book. “So now is the time; we shall fight! ” “Fight in the human realm, fight in the Brahma Kingdom, fight in the Qingxu Heaven, and fight in every place where we are determined to resist! ” “Even if we must burn the earth and incinerate the sky. ” In the center of the crowd, Wang Ping raised his right hand, clenching it into a fist “Make the Immortal Sect great again! ”