In the cosmos, an indescribable aura appeared. The Quasi-Emperors were terrified, and even the Old Great Saint who was about to pass away sensed it. He felt deeply uneasy, as though the world had changed and a great upheaval was coming. It was as if they had glimpsed a corner of the future.
The entire world was shocked. Not only the supreme powerhouses—even ordinary cultivators sensed that something was wrong. Strands of Immortal Qi rose and spread from the great rift, giving everyone the feeling that something terrible was about to happen.
The Chaos Cave remained utterly still. Two batches of Supremes had entered one after another, yet there had been no movement at all, like clay oxen sinking into the sea. This Flying Immortal event was far too calm, without the slightest ripple, making it feel unreal.
The Great Rift of the Immortal Path was still healing, continuously closing. This era was truly about to end completely, its curtain falling at last.
"Rumble..."
Yet at the very last moment, the sound of heaven and earth collapsing rang out. The entire Immortal Path shattered, then began expanding again. An explosion erupted within the Chaos Cave, and a figure flew out, stopping everything and forcing open the enormous dark fissure.
This person shone all over, possessing an incomparably powerful force. Light rain flew from his body, like sheets upon sheets of stars—dazzling, brilliant, and resplendent beyond compare.
The light rain surged outward, spreading through the Six Directions and Eight Wastelands. It was even more splendid than the explosion of stars across the Myriad Heavens, beautiful to the extreme—and terrifying to the extreme.
"Ah..."
A mournful roar came from within the light rain. That figure, who seemed to be feather-transforming into a Flying Immortal, howled in agony. His voice was shrill and