Fengyun Wuji

"Whether you fall into silence after one battle or tread over your enemies' corpses to reach the pinnacle depends entirely on yourselves!"

Babula spoke indifferently, his cold voice echoing throughout the entire space.

The Otherworlders were ruthless in their ways, not only toward testing grounds and training sites like Nine Provinces, but toward their own people as well.

Over countless years, no one knew how many young prodigies had died within Nine Provinces. Yet whether the Otherworlders' ancestors or their lofty Sacred Ancestors, they merely watched coldly, never acting unless some great upheaval occurred.

Battles of life and death for many worlds were merely trials through which they tempered their younger generation.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

The billions of Otherworlders throughout the space raised their halberds and swords, their fighting spirit surging as they roared in unison.

The rolling intent of battle and weapons soared into the heavens, nearly bursting apart the entire space.

On Martial Dao Mountain Peak, Gu Shaoshang stood with his hands behind his back, wisps of cloud and mist winding around his body.

Gu Shaoshang's expression was calm as he gazed toward the distant horizon.

Given his cultivation, he could naturally see what terrifying storms lay hidden beyond the seemingly tranquil sky.

Outside the Longevity World, countless isolation formations established by the Ancestor Gods, together with the world's own barrier, were desperately resisting the Otherworlders' Iron Hooves.

The weakest Void Passage lay above the Primordial God Desert, above what was now Martial Dao Mountain.

Once the Otherworlders entered Nine Provinces, Martial Dao Mountain would bear the brunt of their assault.

A butterfly fluttered back and forth before him.

"Martial Ancestor, the Otherworlders' army has arrived. They have set up tens of millions of formation platforms within the Void Passage and intend to tear apart the Longevity