The shadow of despair clutched everyone by the throat.
Quiet sobbing rose from the crowd.
No one turned to see who it was.
Perhaps it was themselves.
Nor did anyone mock that great cultivator of advanced age for stifling his cries. Being able to cry was already the mark of a strong man. Too many cultivators could not make a sound at all—not because they did not wish to, but because the True Immortal had terrified them so badly that they had long forgotten how to shout, standing dazed as they were swept along by the crowd.
Heaven had become powerful to such a degree. They had gathered the ten Immortal Immortals and forged a true immortal artifact, yet they still could not kill the True Immortal. Now, even the immortal artifact had fallen into the True Immortal's hands...
With the strongest matter as its foundation, the True Immortal lacked nothing. It was a complete immortal.
How could this not drive them to despair?
Perhaps in the next moment, the great universe itself would turn into a dazzling firework.
The imagined upheaval did not come.
The True Immortal halted in midair.
"Chi!"
The True Immortal slowly opened its mouth. Mysterious black immortal light rose from the corners of its lips like dense mist, and fangs jutted out.
Suddenly.
Emotion flickered through that pitch-black eyeball. The immortal, whose true face should have been veiled by nothingness, grew half a face—pale blue-white and coldly severe. Its long hair, like the sky's trailing sash, took on a crimson hue.
Chi!
Surging immortal qi roiled without end as a single blue-black horn pierced through its scalp.
"Look!"
Ancestor Azure Profound was overjoyed.
"That is..."
The twelve Heaven-Ruling Sect Masters each unleashed great divine abilities. The True Immortal, once impossible to see clearly, now had