World Rift

Within the ancient city.

The crowd was densely packed.

A chaotic jumble of auras filled the air.

Figures of every kind could be seen.

At least nearly a thousand people had gathered in a dense mass.

Without exception, they were all ancient Divine Emperors who had hidden in the Endless Boundary Sea for countless years, waiting for their chance.

They had all come to pay respects to Venerable Wu Dao before this and learned how difficult it was to breach the World Rift. Yet even so, they had gathered here with unwavering resolve.

"What are the People of the Source? Aren't they made of flesh too? To hell with it, I just refuse to accept this!"

"That's right, the People of the Source aren't invincible either. We've prepared Purple Leaf Grass. I refuse to believe we can't kill them!"

"Countless years—we've waited here for countless years. How much longer do we have to live? If we don't gamble everything this time, are we supposed to wait until we've completely turned to yellow earth before fighting?"

"So what if the soul becomes sacred? There will still come a day when it turns to yellow earth. Only by entering the True World can we change all this!"

Many peak Divine Emperors in the ancient city shouted, their auras chaotic.

It could be said that under such circumstances, none of those still willing to follow Venerable Wu Dao into the World Rift were ordinary people.

They were practically all old fiends who had built their reputations over the years!

Their temperaments were wild and crazed, and they were exceedingly arrogant.

No matter how great the difficulty, it could not possibly stop them.

When Jiang Dao arrived from outside and heard these people's words, he could not help but sigh inwardly.

It seemed