Thirteen States, Nearly Half Shattered

"Charge!"

At a hysterical cry, tens of thousands of cultivators went mad, turning into streaks of light in every color and swarming toward the ancient, magnificent city gate.

Greed had burned away every last shred of their reason.

East Prince Gong's treasures and the opportunities of the ancient Immortal Court—either one could send them soaring to the heavens in a single step, free to roam the world ever after.

"Get lost! Out of my way!"

"That Lingbao is mine!"

"You're asking for death!"

The scene spun out of control in an instant.

Desperate to be the first into the Immortal Court, the cultivators began fighting before they even reached the gate.

Light from Magic Treasures flew wildly through the air as screams rose one after another.

A Heavenly Immortal wandering cultivator had barely reached the gate when a treacherous spell struck him in the back. Before he could celebrate, he screamed and crumbled to ash.

A Golden Immortal demon king relied on the strength of his body to smash a bloody path through the crowd. He was about to charge through the gate.

But just as one foot was about to cross into the Immortal Court, several Lingbao struck him at once.

Boom!

The demon king did not even manage a grunt before he was blasted into a cloud of blood.

Chaos. Bloodshed. Cruelty.

This was the Primordial Wilderness: a world where the strong devoured the weak, naked and undisguised.

Yang Jian stood in the distance, frowning deeply as he watched the hellish scene.

It left a bitter taste in his mouth.

For the sake of a fleeting chance at fortune, these people would strike down their fellow cultivators without mercy.

"A pack of fools."

Bixiao curled her lip, her voice thick with contempt.

"Do they really think the ancient