A thick fog rose over the sea surface, huge plants swayed, and blurry scenes appeared nearby.
Everyone became highly vigilant. On this mysterious night, the Mysterious Journey could begin at any moment.
In the night sky, Sword Immortal Wen Ming of a generation was in rather miserable shape, his hair disheveled as dense Sword Dao Long Rivers battered him, leaving him covered in blood.
He had not expected such a grand spectacle right from the start. At this level, their control was astonishing; if they wanted to kill an opponent, a single sword strike was enough.
Yet his opponent had gone completely against the grain, seemingly afraid of not wasting enough. In battles between Supreme Beings, greater spectacle did not mean greater power.
On the contrary, many times, a flick of their fingers or an expanding ripple of Primordial Spirit power could destroy a stretch of starry sky, annihilate countless races, and wipe out many great sects.
They could control their strength with extreme precision.
Now, he had encountered an old bastard who extravagantly squandered sacred power, manifesting hundreds of millions of immortal swords with Imperial Daoized runes. They gathered into a rolling long river and bombarded him.
Wen Ming felt this was a grave insult to sword immortals. Was that any way to use a sword?
But in fact, it was highly effective. The suppression upon him was far too obvious. The hundreds of millions of immortal swords were no different from sword bodies forged from True Divine Gold. They threaded through the void as the sword river surged, deafeningly loud.
"This is the kingly way of looking down upon the world—broad and sweeping, crushing straight through, smashing everything in its path. Could this Dao-Carrying inheritance be related to the Giant Beast Imperial Court?" someone guessed.
In fact, although