A group of Supreme Beings ventured deep into the rear of the Land of Eternal Silence. It was an endless darkness, far from the Other Shore, a place without mythological causality.
Behind them stood a dense, boundless sea of Supernatural Practitioners, so envious they could have cried. Yet they also knew that they truly were not qualified to follow and watch the battle.
The Ancestors had gone far away precisely because they feared destroying the Other Shore Universe and the newly transformed New World.
"The Saints are competing for supremacy. Just thinking about it makes one's blood boil, yet you and I do not even have the right to watch from afar. What a greatest regret in life."
A group of Anomalous Beings threw back their heads and sighed, filled with boundless melancholy. If they missed such a legendary scene, they would regret it for several eras. When could one normally witness all the Ancestors joining forces?
Ordinary Supernatural Practitioners needed no mention. Forget getting close—merely taking one look would cause their flesh to explode and their spirits to burn into ash.
Beings of that level had already surpassed the understanding of ordinary Supernatural Practitioners.
"It has begun!" an old Anomalous Being murmured. Even though they were separated by endless distance and could not observe it, the supreme Great Dao of the Other Shore Universe had begun to resonate faintly.
That was terrifying!
"Senior, you did not participate in battle?" Miao Gu stood at the limit of what he could endure, sensing the lingering ripples from the battle of the Saints when he discovered a middle-aged man.
"Fighting and killing is meaningless." Wang Yusheng said. Taking advantage of the chaos, he had slipped away.
"May I ask who you are..." Miao Gu gave him a deep bow.
Soon afterward, he