He put away the freshly obtained Jade Pool Heart. It was a gift he had brought for his beloved.
All around him stretched a boundless sea. They had already entered the Dragon Race's territory.
Perhaps because the Qin Emperor was escorting him, or perhaps for some other reason, they had not encountered any trouble along the way.
Yet prying gazes had never diminished.
Xu Kun did not look down at the Dragon Race's sea territory. Instead, he raised his head toward the sky.
"Uncle Yang, no matter what happens, I will never abandon Yao Yao. Please rest assured."
At that moment, Yang Jian, sitting cross-legged in the air at the entrance to the Myriad Races Battlefield and guarding the human army as it entered, seemed to sense something and looked eastward.
A faint smile appeared on his lips. "From now on, you'll have to walk your own path."
Then he rose to his feet and stepped into the Myriad Races Battlefield.
Among the myriad races, there were many Sixth Realm Peak experts like him. Whenever a War of the Myriad Races began, they would enter the Myriad Races Battlefield.
They were fighting for that one chance!
Everyone who had reached their level understood one thing: ever since Pangu had hacked apart the base and spire of the Haotian Pagoda with two axe strikes, the myriad races had undergone tremendous changes.
The method of entering the Haotian Pagoda had changed. No longer did one need to travel endlessly, walking an entire lifetime without reaching the end.
That was a blessing!
But for Sixth Realm Peak existences, the destruction of the pagoda's spire was fatal!
The Road to Heaven had been severed. The path that had once led to the Seventh Realm had become nothingness.
How to cross that void had become