Over a vast expanse of water, clouds rolled and unfurled at an astonishing speed. Holes periodically tore open in the sea of clouds, as though forming a great snow-white sieve. Golden sunlight streamed through it in shafts, scattering countless flecks of Gold Powder across the sea. Dull thunder rumbled throughout. Such a startling Heaven and Earth Anomaly left everyone in several island immortal estates thousands of miles away feeling their Dao hearts congeal, their breathing grow labored, and their moods turn exceedingly vexed. They could no longer continue their cultivation lessons, and one after another they left their training grounds for open vantage points on the islands, hoping to see what strange occurrence had taken place. Unfortunately, the distance was simply too great. Their several Patriarchs lacked sufficient Dao power and could not offer one or two reliable guesses.
It was as if this were not a marketplace neighborhood during the first month of the year, where a neighbor suddenly set off firecrackers in the dead of night. Worse still, they had not lit them all at once—after setting off a few strings, they stopped, only to set off a few more later. That was downright nasty. Were they dead set on disturbing everyone's sweet dreams?
At first, the cultivators assumed some enlightened Ao fish had flipped onto its back, overturning several islands, or that a sea python-flood dragon passing through was on the verge of undergoing tribulation, shedding its skin and advancing realms, its colossal body scraping against island cliffs and smashing into undersea mountain ranges.
Later, they discovered that the dazzling, ever-changing colors over that distant stretch of water looked more like a huge group of Peak Cultivators displaying their respective abilities, engaged in a chaotic melee of spellcraft. Only that could jointly create such a legendary sight,