Everyone was fighting-who still cared about martial honor? All together!

The immortals walked along the Time River, their gazes resolute and confident.

Any one of them, pulled out at random, was an immortal whose name shook the eight directions. With a casual gesture, they could lay down a stroke of fortune capable of letting a mortal from the Immortal World ascend.

Immortals, too, were divided into ranks, and they stood at the very top among them—the Golden Immortal level.

However, none of them understood the Time Dao. Their ability to walk upon the Time River relied entirely on the Primal Ancestor carving a path ahead of them.

Unlike Jiang Li's utterly unreasonable brute force, the Primal Ancestor used genuine comprehension, causing no harm to the Time River.

"Primal Ancestor, are we really going to be all right? I can't shake this feeling of unease." The Battle Immortal followed closely behind the Primal Ancestor, showing how high his status was.

Had any other immortal said such a thing, the Primal Ancestor would have punished them without hesitation. But the Battle Immortal was different. He was the Primal Ancestor's favored right-hand man.

The Primal Ancestor laughed heartily and pointed at the Time River. "Look. Over this past year of our journey, the Immortal World has been destroying worlds everywhere. Everything is proceeding according to plan. What could possibly go wrong?"

The Battle Immortal frowned. "Could what we're seeing be an illusion?"

"You're overthinking it. Other than Emperor Shun, who could weave a false layer over the Time River? And if it were Emperor Shun, what reason would he have for doing so?"

At the mention of Emperor Shun, the Primal Ancestor gritted his teeth. Emperor Shun, keep jumping around while you can. Once the Time River is swallowed by the Destruction Rule, let's see where you can run!

"The time and place