Buzhou Mountain,
"Olympian Gods!"
"Asgardian Gods!"
"Trimurti!"
"They might be tough to deal with this time."
Golden Swallow watched the foreign gods beyond the world barrier, her expression serious as she spoke.
The Forbidden Kingdom World was not limited to the Eastern Immortal Court; it also contained a Western mythological world, and Golden Swallow naturally knew of the Olympian Gods.
From the proportional expansion of their reputations, Golden Swallow also understood that the origins of these mythologies were no simple matter.
Atop the summit platform of Buzhou Mountain, there was no excessive furnishing, nor was any needed. There was only a stone platform and a stone table.
Wang Ming sat cross-legged on the stone platform, his eyes observing the battles erupting at the four extremes of heaven and earth at any moment.
The scene in Golden Swallow's eyes only showed the surface of water without ripples, calm as a mirror.
In Wang Ming's eyes, however, the four extreme regions were erupting in earth-shattering, perilous world-class decisive battles.
The battles between the supreme gods of the four origin mythological worlds and the four sages of the Primordial Land took place within the sealed space created by Wang Ming. Various light and flame special effects produced by the battles were completely shielded, and the aftermath of the clashes was entirely concealed within the sealed space.
Furthermore,
as their struggle for the Great Dao commenced, the impact of their battle on reality had already vanished, replaced by mortal combat on the level of the Dao.
In the struggle for the Great Dao, not an inch could be yielded.
It was governed by the principle that the winner takes all; the master of a Dao could usurp the Daos of all latecomers upon that same path.
"Someone else has joined the battlefield. I will