As more and more cultivators entered it, the area of the Light Arc rapidly weakened as well, until now only a scant hundred li remained.
Now and then, black stones gushed out from inside, immediately stirring up bloody, foul winds of slaughtered competition.
There were still many top mighty figures left outside. As some of the strongest beings of their major realms, who would be willing to let a chance at becoming immortal slip away for nothing?
Human lives were no different from weeds. The eyes of these Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage existences had all turned blood-red. Five million years—the Three Thousand Worlds had indeed produced far too many powerful beings, yet at this moment, they could not pose any real threat to the True Immortals. Instead, they began slaughtering one another.
"Heh heh, do you see it, Asura? These are the companions you placed your hopes in. What can these short-sighted fools possibly accomplish? What right do you stupid wretches have to stand on equal footing with us True Immortals?"
Tian Xiang's sickly laughter entered the ear.
Though he was separated by countless rivers and mountains, he saw everything happening in the Kingdom of Qingqiu with perfect clarity.
They did not even understand the principle of joining hands and cooperating. These beings of the lower realms were nothing but a mob of rabble.
Ants!
But why would the unease in his heart not go away?
Could Asura and Huayu have already succeeded in reincarnating?
No... leaving aside how difficult that would be, even if they had succeeded, so what?
He had already become a Dao Ancestor, and he had obtained the Ten Thousand Scroll Heavenly Book.
Though this treasure could not compare to the sacred relics of the True Spirits, its power was likewise beyond compare. Moreover, although