After a brief moment of shock, everyone in the Primordial Universe except mortal beings—Immortals, Demons, and Monsters alike—was stirred into frenzied excitement. With no time to prepare, they immediately set out. Countless streaks of light raced toward the green lotus from every corner. Great powers crossed tens of thousands of miles in a single step, high-level cultivators flew at full speed on swords and the like, and even low-level cultivators mounted horses and hit the road.
Some loudly proclaimed that they were seeking the supreme treasure to become Saints. Others put on an air of profound detachment, claiming they could not bear to see chaos breed and were willing to risk themselves to stop the disorder. In any case, none could resist setting out.
Even in the underworld, countless Ghost Cultivators searched for passages leading to the Yang World.
Even the ghosts had begun to move, yet the two Nether Dragons busy with their mission concealed their auras and hid. They vanished from the countless watching eyes, slipped off in the opposite direction, forcibly crossed the barrier between the Yin and Yang Realms, and returned to the Yang World, heading straight for the White Dragon World...
Outside the South Heavenly Gate, transport pressure at the Immortal Bridge Airport Terminal increased. Flights from the great worlds across the cosmos to the Primordial Immortal Realm were completely full.
Meanwhile, cultivators from most small worlds could only stare helplessly, witnessing the birth of a supreme treasure yet having no fate with it.
In Heaven, Bai Yujun leaned against the railing and gazed into the distance. A gigantic phantom of a green lotus appeared amid the sea of clouds and the firmament, its roots reaching the Nine Netherworlds and its bloom opening in the Nine Heavens. Auspicious Immortal Spiritual Qi surged like boiling water,