Flap !! Flap !! fierce wind blew the hair of Amon as he entered the gate of the cloud pavilion.

In front of him was a large circular square that contained a strange four armoured beings and looking a little bit further , one could see two old men that sat down in front of a crystal table and were sipping tea.

At the left corner , some children stood there quietly and most of them had some injuries on their bodies. Amon noticed that these were the people that did not come out after entering the door.

Perhaps , they have passed the first stage .

"Huh ! , eighth layer of spirit refinement realm". One of the old man who wore black robes with a strangely curved eyebrows looked at Amon with suprise in his face.

He obviously did not expect to see a twelve year old eighth layer spirit refinement realm cultivator in such a desolate place.

Such level of cultivation was quite outstanding when placed in this part of sage domain but in the spirit immortal sect , it was quite common .

If he