In the ashes of the Yin Six Realm and Yang Nine Realm, the other shadow vortices, and all thirty-six source lands, countless Supernatural Practitioners felt their scalps tingle as though struck by an electric current, their Primordial Spirits trembling.
In their lifetimes, they had actually witnessed such a scene—someone in the present world daring to swing a sword and stab into the True Land!
Not to mention how he had earlier snapped the Curse Beast's neck with one hand and slashed apart the head of a suspected Disaster Lord phantom with a single sword strike. What overwhelming dominance and confidence was that?
When they saw who it was, however, they were relieved. The only person throughout all ages to become a Disaster Lord in the present world was also the only one who would dare do such a thing!
"The Transcendent Immortals belong to the Transcendent Immortals, and the mortal world belongs to Wang Xuan!" Mechanical Xiao shouted from afar. It was as though it had returned to the Mother Universe; countless old memories surfaced, and it was deeply excited.
Many people revealed strange expressions. That was truly a bold thing to say.
Only those acquaintances who had personally lived through those years truly understood.
In the True Land, where Great Dao symbols flowed and natural disasters densely spread, several enormous figures' pupils contracted. Someone had actually done such a thing.
Prison's true body trembled slightly. He sensed the destruction of one of his phantoms. Shaking his head forcefully, he felt more humiliation than pain.
That was merely the present world, a barren realm where even Disaster Lords could not be born, one predetermined to decay. Yet someone had domineeringly pierced his head apart and had not even bothered to look twice.
"Ah... supreme Disaster Lord, Lord Prison, save me!"