Who is the True Master of This World!

Throughout the Three Realms of the Primordial Wilderness, from the Kunlun Ruins to the Netherworld Sea, who did not know?

The Human Race fought for orthodoxy, the Heavenly Court blocked their path, and the will of Heaven tacitly permitted it!

This battle had long ceased to be an ordinary war. It was a life-and-death game for authority over the Three Realms.

Its dangers far surpassed those of the War of Investiture of the Gods.

The scorched earth and shattered steles left behind by that catastrophe still seemed to ache faintly between heaven and earth.

Those old fellows who had spent myriad years in closed-door meditation had long been wound tight—who would still willingly leave the mountains to sell their lives for the Heavenly Court?

In the Primordial Wilderness, staying alive always came first.

If your life was gone, no matter how many treasures you had, who would you show them to?

Besides, the Primordial Wilderness was no longer a place where Heaven alone had the final say.

The Earthly Dao had only recently been established. Its foundations were shallow, yet it had already pried loose the old order.

Even those Heavenly Dao Saints who sat in the Purple Heaven Palace and were accustomed to issuing commands now had no choice but to put away their lofty airs when facing top Great Powers.

Why?

Because if they kept forcing matters and truly drove people into the Earthly Dao camp, the consequences would be unthinkable!

The Earthly Dao was desperately short of people, prestige, and foundations—if a group of Great Powers truly joined them, the Earthly Dao Saints would likely burn incense and bow in thanks!

And what of Heaven's side?

To fall from favor was to face eternal damnation.

The position of a Saint looked immortal, but in truth it rested